K ei ona kurupatu tona poke, kahore ona mahara ki tona whakamutunga; na reira he hanga whakamiharo tona tukunga iho ki raro: kahore he kaiwhakamarie mona: e Ihowa, titiro mai ki toku mate: kua whakahirahira hoki te hoariri i a ia.
Her filthiness is in her skirts; she remembereth not her last end; therefore she came down wonderfully: she had no comforter. O Lord, behold my affliction: for the enemy hath magnified himself.
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