I whakakoia ai kia nui, ai te parekura: i orohia ai kia uira ai. Kia koa koia tatou? ko te tokotoko ia o taku tama e whakahawea ana ki nga rakau katoa.
‘Sharpened to make a slaughter, Polished to flash like lightning!’ Or shall we rejoice, the rod of My son despising every tree?
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