Psalms 51
1 For the music director. A psalm of David. When Nathan the prophet came to him after he had committed adultery with Bathsheba. God, please be gracious to me, because of your trustworthy love, because of your infinite kindness please wipe away my sins.
Ki he Takimuʻa, ko e Saame ʻa Tevita, ʻi he haʻu kiate ia ʻae palōfita ko Natani, hili ʻene fai kovi mo Patisepa. ʻAloʻofa mai kiate au, ʻE ʻOtua, ʻo fakatatau ki hoʻo manavaʻofa: ke ke tāmateʻi ʻeku ngaahi angahala ʻo fakatatau ki hono lahi ʻo hoʻo ngaahi ʻaloʻofa ongongofua.
2 Wash away all my guilt; cleanse me from my sin.
Ke ke fufulu ʻaupito au mei heʻeku hia, mo fakamaʻa au mei heʻeku angahala:
3 I admit my rebellion; my sin always stares me in my face.
He ʻoku ou fakamoʻoni ʻeku ngaahi talangataʻa: pea ʻoku tuʻumaʻu aipē ʻi hoku ʻao ʻeku angahala.
4 I have sinned against you, you alone. I have done evil in your sight. So you are right in what you say, and fair when you judge.
Naʻaku fai angahala kiate koe, ʻio, kiate koe pē kuo u fai ʻae kovi ni ʻi ho ʻao; koeʻuhi ke tonuhia pe ʻa koe ʻoka ke ka folofola, pea māʻoniʻoni ʻoka ke ka fai ʻae fakamaau.
5 It's true that I was born guilty—sinful from the time my mother conceived me.
Vakai, naʻe fanauʻi au ʻi he angakovi pea naʻe tuʻituʻia ʻeku faʻē ʻiate au ko e angahala.
6 But you want truth on the inside; you teach me wisdom deep within.
Vakai, ʻoku ke finangalo ki he moʻoni ʻi loto: pea ʻi he fufū te ke ngaohi ai au ke u ʻilo ʻae poto.
7 Purify me with hyssop so I can be clean; wash me so I can be whiter than snow.
Ke ke fakamaʻa au ʻaki ʻae ʻisope, pea te u maʻa ai: fufulu au, pea te u hinehina lahi ʻi he ʻuha hinehina.
8 Please let me hear joy and happiness again; let the bones you have crushed be glad once more.
Tuku ke u fanongo ki he fiefia mo e nekeneka; ke fiemālie ai ʻae ngaahi hui kuo ke fesiʻi.
9 Turn your face away from looking at my sins; please wipe away my guilt.
Ke ke fufū ho fofonga mei heʻeku angahala, mo ke tāmateʻi ʻeku ngaahi hia kotoa pē.
10 Create a pure mind in me, God, and make me trustworthy again.
ʻE ʻOtua, ke ke fakatupu ʻiate au ʻae loto maʻa; mo ke fakafoʻou ʻiate au ha laumālie tuʻumaʻu.
11 Don't expel me from your presence; don't take away your Holy Spirit from me.
ʻOua naʻa ke liʻaki au mei ho ʻao pea ʻoua naʻa ke toʻo ʻiate au ho laumālie māʻoniʻoni.
12 Give me back the happiness of your salvation; help me to have a willing nature.
Toe ʻomi kiate au ʻae fiefia ʻo hoʻo fakamoʻui; mo ke poupou ʻaki au ho laumālie tauʻatāina.
13 Then I will teach your ways to rebellious people, and these sinners will come back to you.
Pea te u akonaki ʻaki ʻae kau talangataʻa ʻa ho ngaahi hala; pea ʻe liliu kiate koe ʻae kau angahala.
14 God, please forgive me for the blood I have shed, God of my salvation, and I will sing for joy of your goodness.
ʻE ʻOtua, ko e ʻOtua ʻo ʻeku moʻui, ke ke fakamoʻui au mei he hia ʻoe toto: pea ʻe hiva kalanga ʻa hoku ʻelelo ʻi hoʻo māʻoniʻoni.
15 Open my lips so I can speak your praise!
ʻE ʻEiki ke ke faʻai hoku loungutu, pea ʻe fakahā atu ʻe hoku ngutu ʻa hoʻo fakamālō.
16 For sacrifices don't make you happy, or I would bring one; burnt offerings aren't what pleases you.
He ʻoku ʻikai te ke finangalo ki he feilaulau, koeʻuhi ke u ʻatu ia: ʻoku ʻikai te ke fiemālie ʻi he feilaulau tutu.
17 The “sacrifices” that God wants are on the inside—the brokenness of repentance. God won't reject a broken and sorrowful heart.
Ko e ngaahi feilaulau ʻoe ʻOtua ko e laumālie mafesi: ko e loto mafesi mo māfofoa, ʻE ʻOtua, ʻe ʻikai te ke manukiʻi.
18 Be kind to Zion, help the city; rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
Fai lelei ʻi ho finangalo lelei ki Saione: ke ke fokotuʻu hake ʻae ngaahi ʻā ʻo Selūsalema.
19 Then you will be pleased with sacrifices given in the right spirit, for all kinds of burnt offerings, and bulls sacrificed on your altar once more.
Pea te ke fiemālie ʻi he ngaahi feilaulau ʻoe māʻoniʻoni, mo e feilaulau tutu, mo e ngaahi feilaulau tutu kotoa: pea te nau toki ʻatu ʻae fanga pulu ki hoʻo feilaulauʻanga.
