B ow and javelin they take hold of, Fierce it, and they have no mercy, Their voice as a sea doth sound, And on horses they ride, set in array as a man of war, Against thee, O daughter of Zion.
Ka mau ratou ki te kopere, ki te tao; he nanakia ratou, e kore hoki e tohu tangata; ko to ratou reo, ano kei te moana e haruru ana, a eke ai ratou i runga i te hoiho; rarangi rawa ratou, me te mea he tangata e mea ana ki te whawhai ki a koe, e t e tamahine a Hiona.
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