K ei te aue tona iwi katoa; kei te rapu taro ratou: e hoatu ana e ratou a ratou mea ahuareka hei utu kai, hei whakahauora ake mo te wairua: titiro mai, e Ihowa, whakaaro mai, kua whakahouhou hoki ahau.
All her people cry inside themselves as they look for bread. They have traded their things of much worth for food to have strength. “Look and see, O Lord, for I am hated.
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