K o ou tangata i te potae kingi, ko to ratou rite kei te mawhitiwhiti, ko ou rangatira rite tonu ki nga pokai mawhitiwhiti e noho nei i nga taiepa i te ra maeke i te whitinga o te ra ka rere ratou, kahore hoki e mohiotia to ratou wahi, kei hea ra?
Your watchmen are like the flying locusts. Your leaders are like clouds of locusts. They stay in the stone walls on a cold day. When the sun rises they fly away and no one knows where they are.
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