Psalms 65
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David—a song. Thine, are silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, —And, to thee, shall be paid the vow.
Ki te tino kaiwhakatangi. He himene, he waiata na Rawiri. E taria ana koe, e te Atua, e te whakamoemiti i Hiona: a ka whakamana te kupu taurangi ki a koe.
2 Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
E te kaiwhakarongo inoi, e haere nga kikokiko katoa ki a koe.
3 Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.
E kaha ake ana i ahau nga kino: a matou mahi tutu, mau ena e hipoki.
4 How happy the man thou shalt choose and bring near! He shall abide in thy courts, —We shall be satisfied with, The blessing of thy house, The holiness of thy temple.
Ka hari te tangata e whiriwhiria e koe, e meatia e koe kia tata atu ki a koe, kia noho i roto i ou marae: ka makona matou i te pai o tou whare, o tou temepara tapu.
5 By things reverend in righteousness, wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of the sea far away;
He mea whakawehi, he tapu, tau utu kupu ki a matou, e te Atua o to matou whakaoranga, e te okiokinga o nga pito katoa o te whenua, o te hunga hoki i tawhiti i runga o te moana;
6 Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
E whakau nei i nga maunga, he kaha hoki nona; tona whitiki nei he kaha.
7 Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
E whakamarie nei i te haruru o nga moana, i te haruru o o ratou ngaru, i te ngangau hoki o nga iwi.
8 Yea the dwellers in the uttermost parts have feared at thy tokens, The goings forth of morning and evening, thou causest to shout for joy.
Ka wehi ano ki au tohu te hunga e noho ana i nga pito rawa: hari ana i a koe nga putake o te ata, o te ahiahi.
9 Thou hast visited the earth, and made it abound, Abundantly, dost thou enrich it—The channel of God, is full of waters, Thou preparest their corn, Yea, thus, dost thou prepare it:
E tirotirohia ana e koe te whenua, e whakamakukuria ana, e whakamomonatia nuitia ana e koe; ki tonu te awa o te Atua i te wai: oti rawa ake te whakapai e koe, kua rite mai i a koe he witi mo aua wahi.
10 The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
Makuku rawa i a koe ona moa, pe ana i a koe ona tupuke: e whakangawaritia ana e koe ki nga ua: e manaakitia ana e koe tona pihinga ake.
11 Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
E karaunatia ana e koe te tau ki tou pai; e maturuturu ana hoki te momonatanga o ou ara.
12 Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
E maturuturu ana ki nga wahi kai o te koraha: a whitikiria ana nga pukepuke ki te koa.
13 Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.
He hipi te kakahu o nga wahi kai; ngaro ana nga raorao i te witi; hamama ana ratou i te hari, waiata ana.
