And if this is how God clothes the wild grass, which is here today and tomorrow is tossed into the fire to heat the oven, won’t he clothe you even more, you people of little faith?
 Fɨ̀yìnì fɨ̀ ti kæ̂ nà sɨ labsɨ̂ nkàyn ɨ̀nfù' mɨ̀ ɨ̀twa' layn tèyn, ɨtu' ɨ ghɨ sɨ layn a libɨs na ghɨ tem ɨ̀ nyò', a fɨ nî làbsɨ nô ti zɨ a? Yi n-bɨ̂ yolî ghà a yi ibɨmi tèyn a?