N a ka takahia te takahanga waina i waho o te pa, a puta ake ana he toto i roto i te takahanga, tae noa ake ki nga paraire o nga hoiho, a taea noatia nga paronga kotahi mano e ono rau.
And the winepress was trodden without the city, and blood came out of the winepress, even unto the horse bridles, by the space of a thousand and six hundred furlongs.
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