H er filthiness was in her skirts; she remembered not her latter end; Therefore is she come down wonderfully; she hath no comforter: Behold, O Jehovah, my affliction; for the enemy hath magnified himself.
Kei ona kurupatu tona poke, kahore ona mahara ki tona whakamutunga; na reira he hanga whakamiharo tona tukunga iho ki raro: kahore he kaiwhakamarie mona: e Ihowa, titiro mai ki toku mate: kua whakahirahira hoki te hoariri i a ia.
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