T itiro mai, e Ihowa, he mamae hoki toku, e ohooho ana oku whekau; ko toku ngakau hurikiko ana i roto i ahau: he nui noa atu hoki toku whakakeke: i waho ko te hoari ki te whakamoti, i roto kei te mate te rite.
See, Yahweh; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.
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