H er uncleanness is in her skirts; She did not consider her destiny; Therefore her collapse was awesome; She had no comforter. “O Lord, behold my affliction, For the enemy is exalted!”
Kei 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.
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