F rom the Daughter of Zion all her beauty and majesty have departed. Her princes have become like harts that find no pasture; they have fled without strength before the pursuer.
Kua wehe atu i te tamahine a Hiona tona nui katoa: kua rite ona rangatira ki nga hata kihai i pono ki te wahi kai, haere kahakore ana ratou i te aroaro o te kaiwhai.
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