T hy chosen men are as the locusts, and thy captains as swarms of grasshoppers, which camp in the hedges in the cold day: when the sun ariseth they flee away, and their place is not known where they are.
Ko ou tangata i te potae kingi, ko to ratou rite kei te mawhitiwhiti, ko ou rangatira rite tonu ki nga pokai mawhitiwhiti e noho nei i nga taiepa i te ra maeke i te whitinga o te ra ka rere ratou, kahore hoki e mohiotia to ratou wahi, kei hea ra?
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