Psalms 48
1 A song. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised in the city of our God, His holy mountain.
He waiata, he himene ma nga tama a Koraha. He nui a Ihowa, kia nui hoki te whakamoemiti ki a ia i te pa o to tatou Atua, i te maunga o tona tapu.
2 Beautiful in loftiness, the joy of all the earth, like the peaks of Zaphon is Mount Zion, the city of the great King.
Ataahua ana te tairanga o Maunga Hiona, ko ta te ao katoa e koa ai: kei te taha ki te raki te pa o te Kingi nui.
3 God is in her citadels; He has shown Himself to be a fortress.
E matauria ana te Atua i roto i ona whare papai hei piringa.
4 For behold, the kings assembled; they all advanced together.
Na, huihui tahi mai ana nga kingi haere tahi atu ana ratou.
5 They saw and were astounded; they fled in terror.
I kite ratou, miharo iho: raruraru ana, hohoro tonu atu.
6 Trembling seized them there, anguish like a woman in labor.
Pa ana te wehi ki a ratou i reira, te mamae, ano he wahine e whanau ana.
7 With a wind from the east You wrecked the ships of Tarshish.
E wahia ana e koe nga kaipuke o Tarahihi ki te marangai.
8 As we have heard, so we have seen in the city of the LORD of Hosts, in the city of our God: God will establish her forever.
Rite tonu ki ta matou i rongo ai, ta matou i kite ai i roto i te pa o Ihowa o nga mano, i te pa o to tatou Atua: ma te Atua e whakapumau ake ake. (Hera)
9 Within Your temple, O God, we contemplate Your loving devotion.
I whakaaroaro matou ki tou atawhai, e te Atua, i waenganui o tou temepara.
10 Your name, O God, like Your praise, reaches to the ends of the earth; Your right hand is full of righteousness.
E te Atua, rite tahi ki tou ingoa te whakamoemiti mou, tae noa atu ki nga pito o te whenua: ki tonu tou matau i te tika.
11 Mount Zion is glad, the daughters of Judah rejoice, on account of Your judgments.
Kia hari a Maunga Hiona, kia koa nga tamahine a Hura i au whakaritenga.
12 March around Zion, encircle her, count her towers,
Taiawhiotia a Hiona, haere, a kopiko noa mai: taua ona pourewa.
13 consider her ramparts, tour her citadels, that you may tell the next generation.
Maharatia ona pekerangi, tirohia ona whare papai; hei korerotanga ma koutou ki enei ake whakatupuranga.
14 For this God is our God forever and ever; He will be our guide even till death.
Ko tenei Atua hoki te Atua mo tatou ake ake: ko ia hei kaiarahi i a tatou a mate noa.
