She amar (spoke), “As Yahawah () your Alahayam () chay (life), I don't yash (have) a maiwag (cake), but a handful of qamach (meal) in the jar, and a mait (little) shaman (oil) in the jar. Behold, I am qashash (gathering) shanayam (two) itzayam (sticks), that I may bawaa (come) in and bake it for me and my ban (son), that we may akal (eat) it, and mawath (death).”