Psalms 144
1 [A Psalm] of David. Blessed be Jehovah my rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight;
Na Rawiri. Kia whakapaingia a Ihowa, toku kamaka, e whakaako nei i oku ringa ki te whawhai, i oku maihao ki te tatau;
2 My mercy and my fortress, my high tower and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I trust, who subdueth my people under me!
Ko te atawhai moku, ko toku pa, ko toku pourewa me toku kaiwhakaora; ko toku whakangungu rakau, ko taku e whakawhirinaki ai; ko te kaipehi hoki o toku iwi ki raro i ahau.
3 Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him, the son of man, that thou takest thought of him?
E Ihowa, he aha te tangata i maharatia ai ia e koe? Te tama ranei a te tangata i whakaaroa ai ia e koe?
4 Man is like to vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Ko te rite o te tangata kei te mea memeha noa: ona ra me te mea he atarangi e rere atu ana.
5 Jehovah, bow thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they smoke;
Whakapikoa iho ou rangi e Ihowa, a heke iho: pa ki nga maunga, a ka pongere.
6 Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; send forth thine arrows, and discomfit them:
Kokiritia mai he uira hei whakamarara i a ratou: koperea mai au pere, kia whati ai ratou.
7 Stretch out thy hands from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of aliens,
Totoro iho tou ringa i runga: tangohia ahau, whakaorangia ahau i nga wai nunui, i te ringa o nga tangata ke;
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
E korero teka nei to ratou mangai, a he ringa matau teka to ratou ringa matau.
9 O God, I will sing a new song unto thee; with the ten-stringed lute will I sing psalms unto thee:
Ka waiatatia e ahau he waiata hou ki a koe, e te Atua: ka himene atu ahau ki a koe i runga i te hatere aho tekau.
10 Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.
Ko ia te kaihomai i te whakaoranga ki nga kingi, te kaiwhakaora i a Rawiri, i tana pononga, i te hoari whakamate.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Tangohia ahau, whakaorangia hoki i nga ringa o nga tangata ke, e korero teka nei o ratou mangai, a he ringa matau teka to ratou ringa matau.
12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner-columns, sculptured after the fashion of a palace:
A, kia rite a matou tama i to ratou taitamarikitanga ki nga mahuri e tupu ake ana; a matou tamahine hoki ki nga kohatu kokonga, whakapaipai rawa, no te whare rangatira te tauira;
13 Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;
Kia ki a matou pakoro, mo te tiki noa atu i tena mea, i tena mea: kia mano, kia tini nga hua o a matou hipi i o matou parae;
14 Our kine laden [with young]; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.
Kia taimaha a matou kau i nga pikaunga; kia kahore he pakarutanga mai ki roto, he whatinga atu hoki ki waho, a kia kahore he aue i o matou huarahi;
15 Blessed the people that is in such a case! Blessed the people whose God is Jehovah!
Ka hari te iwi e pena ana: ae, ka hari te iwi ko Ihowa nei to ratou Atua.
