Psalms 144
1 A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my Rock, who traineth my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
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 lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I take refuge; 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 LORD, what is man, that Thou takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that Thou makest account 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 unto a breath; 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 O LORD, bow Thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Whakapikoa iho ou rangi e Ihowa, a heke iho: pa ki nga maunga, a ka pongere.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.
Kokiritia mai he uira hei whakamarara i a ratou: koperea mai au pere, kia whati ai ratou.
7 Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of the hand of strangers;
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 falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
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, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises 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 out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
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 We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved 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 Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
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 Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places;
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 Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is the LORD.
Ka hari te iwi e pena ana: ae, ka hari te iwi ko Ihowa nei to ratou Atua.
