K ia rite nga mea mo te whawhai ki a ia; whakatika, kia whakaekea i te poutumarotanga. Aue, te mate mo tatou! kua tawharara hoki te ra, kua whakawairua kau ano nga atarangi o te ahiahi.
Prepare ye war against her; arise, and let us go up at noon. Woe unto us! for the day declineth, for the shadows of the evening are stretched out.
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