Psalms 144
1 By David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to 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 loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues 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 Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think 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 a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
Ko te rite o te tangata kei te mea memeha noa: ona ra me te mea he atarangi e rere atu ana.
5 Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Whakapikoa iho ou rangi e Ihowa, a heke iho: pa ki nga maunga, a ka pongere.
6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
Kokiritia mai he uira hei whakamarara i a ratou: koperea mai au pere, kia whati ai ratou.
7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
Totoro iho tou ringa i runga: tangohia ahau, whakaorangia ahau i nga wai nunui, i te ringa o nga tangata ke;
8 whose mouths speak deceit, whose 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 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
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 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly 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 hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose 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 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn 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 barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce 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 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, 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 Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.
Ka hari te iwi e pena ana: ae, ka hari te iwi ko Ihowa nei to ratou Atua.
