A nd Jonathan cried after the lad, Make speed, haste, stay not. And Jonathan’s lad gathered up the arrows, and came to his master.
Na ka karanga ano a Honatana i muri i taua tamaiti, Kia kakama, kia hohoro, kaua e tu. Na kohikohia ana nga pere e te tamaiti a Honatana, a haere mai ana ki tona rangatira.
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