Proud flesh does not heal, but grows into the flesh.   Vȭrõzlejā ä’b kuost, bet kazāb si’zzõl.

Love should not be hypocritical.   Ārmaztõks algõ vȯlkõ salā.

An ice cleat, it had these sharp teeth.   Jeipastāl, se vȯ’ļ seļļizt va’imõd ambõdõks.

Those are icicles, which drip and freeze.   Ne at rǟstõd, mis tilkõbõd ja si’z kīlmabõd vi’zzõ.

Large icicles have frozen onto the eaves.   Rǟstõd jū’r at kilmõnd sūrd tilkõd.

The road iced over [~became icy].   Riek ei jeijizõks.