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my girl
aminata

i love my man
ndiyamthanda umntu wam

i love my husband
i love my husband

i and my father are one.
man ak baay bi benn lanu.»

but last of all he sent unto them his son, saying, they will reverence my son.
mujj mu yónni doomam naan: “xëy na ñu weg sama doom.”

greet amplias my beloved in the lord.
te fàttewuma ampilyaatus, mi ma bëgg ci sama xol ngir boroom bi.

my deepest condolences may he rest in peace
wolof

he that hateth me hateth my father also.
ku ma bañ, bañ nga itam sama baay.

i thank my god upon every remembrance of you,
yoon wu ma leen di xalaat, maa ngi sant yàlla sama boroom;

and lo a voice from heaven, saying, this is my beloved son, in whom i am well pleased.
te baat bu jóge asamaan dégtu ne: «kii mooy sama doom ji ma bëgg; ci moom laa ame bànneex.»

david therefore calleth him lord, how is he then his son?
gannaaw daawuda nag wooye na ko “boroom bi,” nu muy nekke sëtam?»

and one of the multitude answered and said, master, i have brought unto thee my son, which hath a dumb spirit;
kenn ci mbooloo mi tontu ko ne: «kilifa gi, rab jàpp na sama doom, ba luuloo ko. saa su ko jàppee, daf koy daaneel ci suuf, gémmiñ gi di fuur, muy yéyu, ne jàdd. Ñaan naa say taalibe, ñu dàq ko, waaye mënuñu ko.»

for this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found. and they began to be merry.
ndaxte sama doom jii dafa dee woon te dundaat na, dafa réeroon te feeñ na.” noonu ñu tàmbalee bànneexu.

i write not these things to shame you, but as my beloved sons i warn you.
binduma leen loolu ngir ngeen am yeraange, waaye dama koo def ngir artu leen, ndaxte yéenay samay doom te bëgg naa leen.

and he said unto them, how say they that christ is david's son?
noonu yeesu ne leen: «lu tax nit ñi di wax ne, almasi bi mooy sëtu daawuda?

and he cried, saying, jesus, thou son of david, have mercy on me.
noonu mu yuuxu ne: «yeesu, sëtu daawuda, yërëm ma!»

and was there until the death of herod: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the lord by the prophet, saying, out of egypt have i called my son.
mu toog fa, ba erodd faatu. noonu am li boroom bi waxoon jaarale ko cib yonent, bi mu naan:«woo naa sama doom, mu génn misra.»

and as he was now going down, his servants met him, and told him, saying, thy son liveth.
bi muy dellu këram nag, ay surgaam gatandu ko. Ñu daldi ne ko: «xale bi dina dund!»