ᎬᏂᏳᏉ ᎠᏠᏱᎭ ᎨᎦᎫᏴᏓᏁᏗ ᏧᏂᎸᏫᏍᏓᏁᎯ ᎤᏂᏍᎫᏕᏒᎯ ᏕᏥᎶᎨᏒᎢ, ᎾᏍᎩ ᏗᏥᎾᎯᏍᏓᏁᎸᎯ ᏥᎩ, ᎤᎾᎵᏍᏛᏃ ᎾᏍᎩ ᎤᏂᏍᎫᏕᏒᎯ ᏚᎵᎠᏴᎸ ᎤᎬᏫᏳᎯ ᏓᎿᏩ ᎠᏁᎩ ᎤᎾᏤᎵᎦ.
Behold, the hire of the laborers who mowed your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth out: and the cries of them that reaped have entered into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth.