W oe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.
Aue, te mate i ahau! he rite hoki ahau ki nga kohikohinga o nga hua raumati, ki nga hamunga i te wa e whawhaki karepe ana: kahore he tautau hei kai; e hiahia ana toku wairua ki te hua piki matamua.
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