A , i toku marangatanga ake i te ata ki te whakangote i taku tamaiti, na kua mate: a ka ata tirohia e ahau i te ata, na ehara i taku tamaiti i whanau nei i ahau.
And when I rose to nurse my child, behold, he was dead. But when I had considered him in the morning, behold, it was not the son I had borne.
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