For the sun is no sooner risen with a burning heat, but it withereth the grass, and the flower thereof falleth, and the grace of the fashion of it perisheth: so also shall the rich man fade away in his ways.
Su jant fenkee, ba naaj wi tàng, kon gàncax lax, tóor-tóor ruus, te rafetaayam naaw. Noonu la boroom alal di nasaxe, moom ak i jëfam.