Look, the pay you have held back from the workers who mowed your fields cries out against you, and the cries of the reapers have reached the ears of the Lord of Heaven’s Armies.
 Ghelɨ ti meyn fèlɨ̀ a yi a gvêynsɨ̀, yi faŋ tɨ̀ la' àŋena, àŋena na sɨ dzɨ̂ sɨ̂ Fɨ̀yìnì fɨ̀. Bôbo bò ɨ̀dwa' ɨ̀ jɨ̀m yvɨ meyn lvɨ̂yn ta ghelɨ nâ ghèyn a ghɨ tî kfì ɨ̀fwo ɨ̀ vzɨ̀ nɨn dzɨ̂.