And another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud, Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe.
Te meneen malaaka génn ca kër Yàlla ga, di wax ak baat bu xumb ak ka toogoon ca niir wa, ne ko: «Dawalal sa sàrt te góob, ndaxte ngóob jot na, te lépp ñor na ci kaw suuf.»