H e he no tona apo taonga i riri ai ahau, i patu ai i a ia; i huna ahau i toku mata, i riri, a haere kotiti ke ana ia i runga i te ara o tona ngakau.
For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and smote him; I hid me, and was wroth, and he went on backslidingly in the way of his heart.
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