Otira ka riri a Naamana, ka haere, ka mea, Nana, i mahara ahau, Tera ia e puta mai ki ahau, e tu, e karanga ki te ingoa o Ihowa, o tona Atua, ka whakahaere hoki i tona ringa ki runga ki te wahi, a ka whakaorangia te repera.
But Naaman was wroth, and went away, and said, Behold, I thought, He will surely come out to me, and stand, and call on the name of the LORD his God, and strike his hand over the place, and recover the leper.