K a tupu ake hoki ia ki tona aroaro, ano he rakau wana, me te pakiaka hoki i te oneone maroke, kahore ona ahuareka, kahore hoki he pai; a ka titiro tatou ki a ia, te ai he ataahua e minamina ai tatou ki a ia.
For he shall grow up before him as a tender sapling, and as a root out of dry ground: he hath no form nor lordliness, and when we see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
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