Psalms 129

1 A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

He waiata; he pikitanga. He ki tenei ma Iharaira, Ka maha a ratou tukinotanga i ahau o toku tamarikitanga ake;

2 Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

Ka maha a ratou tukinotanga i ahau o toku tamarikitanga ake; heoi kihai ahau i taea e ratou.

3 Plowers have plowed over my back, They have made their furrows long.

I parautia toku tuara e nga kaiparau; he roa a ratou parautanga.

4 YHWH [is] righteous, He has cut apart cords of the wicked.

He tika ta Ihowa: motu pu i a ia nga aho a te hunga kino.

5 All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.

Kia whakama, kia whakahokia ki muri, te hunga katoa e kino nei ki Hiona.

6 They are as grass of the roofs, That withers before it was drawn out,

Kia rite ratou ki te tarutaru i nga tuanui, e memenge nei i te mea kiano i tupu ake.

7 That has not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

E kore nei e ki te ringa o te kaikoti, te uma hoki o te kaipaihere.

8 And the passers by have not said, “The blessing of YHWH [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of YHWH!”

E kore ano te hunga e haere ana i te taha e mea, Kia tau ki a koutou te manaaki a Ihowa: ko ta matou manaaki tenei ki a koutou i runga i te ingoa o Ihowa.