ᎯᎠ ᎾᏍᎩ ᏅᏲᎯ ᏚᏓᏓᎳ ᏗᏣᏁᎶᏗ ᏕᏣᎵᏍᏓᏴᎲᏍᎬᎢ, ᎾᎯᏳ ᎢᏧᎳᏕᏣᎵᏍᏓᏴᎲᎦ ᎾᏂᎾᏰᏍᎬᎾ ᎠᎾᎵᏍᏓᏴᎲᏍᎪᎢ; ᏚᎶᎩᎸ ᎠᎹ ᏂᏚᏁᎲᎾ, ᎤᏃᎴ ᏧᏱᎴᎪᎢ; ᏕᏡᎬ ᏧᎳᏍᏚᏬᎠᏔᎯ, ᎪᎱᏍᏗ ᏄᎾᏓᏓᏁᎲᎾ, ᏔᎵ ᎢᏳᏩᎫᏗ ᎤᏩᏴᏒᎯ ᏥᎨᏐᎢ, ᏗᏰᎯᏛ ᏗᎧᎾᏍᏕᏢᏔᏅᎯ ᏥᎨᏐᎢ.
These are they who are hidden rocks in your love-feasts when they feast with you, shepherds that without fear feed themselves; clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;