Yehoavaa, naa balamaa, naa durgamaa, aaptkaalamamdu naa aashrayamaa, bhoodigamtamulanumdi janamulu nee yoddaku vchchimaa pitarulu vyrthamunu maayaa roopamunu nishprayoa janamunagu vaatini maatramu svatamtrimchukonirani cheppu duru.
O LORD, my strength, and my fortress, and my refuge in the day of affliction, the Gentiles shall come unto thee from the ends of the earth, and shall say, Surely our fathers have inherited lies, vanity, and things wherein there is no profit.