T here is no relief for your breakdown, Your wound is incurable. All who hear about you Will clap their hands over you, For on whom has not your evil passed continually?
Kahore he whakamahunga i tou pakaru; he mamae rawa tou marutanga: ko te hunga katoa e rongo ana i te rongo ki a koe, ka papaki o ratou ringa ki a koe: i kore hoki ki a wahi te panga tonutanga o tou kino.
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