Psalms 57
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David, when he fled from Saul, in the cave. Be merciful to me, God, be merciful to me, for my soul takes refuge in you. Yes, in the shadow of your wings, I will take refuge, until disaster has passed.
Ki te tino kaiwhakatangi. Aratakiti. He Mikitama. Na Rawiri, i tona rerenga i a Haora i a ia nei i roto i te ana. Tohungia ahau, e te Atua, tohungia ahau, e whakawhirinaki ana hoki toku wairua ki a koe: ae, ka piri ahau ki raro ki te taumarumarut anga o ou pakau, kia pahemo ra ano enei mate.
2 I cry out to God Most High, to God who accomplishes my requests for me.
Ka karanga ahau ki te Atua, ki te Runga Rawa, ki te Atua e oti ai aku mea katoa.
3 He will send from heaven, and save me, he rebukes the one who is pursuing me. (Selah) God will send out his loving kindness and his truth.
Ka unga mai e ia he kaiwhakaora moku i te rangi, ina tawai te tangata e mea ana kia horomia ahau; (Hera) ka unga mai e te Atua tana mahi tohu me tona pono.
4 My soul is amongst lions. I lie amongst those who are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
Kei waenganui toku wairua i nga raiona: e takoto ana ahau i waenganui i te hunga e kaia ana e te ahi; i nga tama hoki a te tangata, he tao nei o ratou niho, he pere, he hoari koi ano o ratou arero.
5 Be exalted, God, above the heavens! Let your glory be above all the earth!
Kia whakanuia koe, e te Atua, ki runga ake i nga rangi: hei runga atu i te whenua katoa tou kororia.
6 They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They dig a pit before me. They fall into the middle of it themselves. (Selah)
Kua whakatakotoria e ratou he kupenga mo oku takahanga, kua piko toku wairua: kua keria e ratou he poka ki toku aroaro, a taka iho ko ratou ano ki roto. (Hera)
7 My heart is steadfast, God. My heart is steadfast. I will sing, yes, I will sing praises.
Pamau tonu toku ngakau, e te Atua, pumau tonu toku ngakau: ka waiata ahau, ae, ka himene ahau.
8 Wake up, my glory! Wake up, lute and harp! I will wake up the dawn.
E ara, e toku kororia; e ara, e te hatere, e te hapa: ka ara wawe ano ahau.
9 I will give thanks to you, Lord, amongst the peoples. I will sing praises to you amongst the nations.
Ka whakamoemiti ahau ki a koe, e te Ariki, i waenganui i nga iwi; ka himene ki a koe i waenganui i nga tauiwi.
10 For your great loving kindness reaches to the heavens, and your truth to the skies.
He nui hoki tau mahi tohu, a tutuki noa ki nga rangi, me tou pono a tutuki noa ki nga kapua.
11 Be exalted, God, above the heavens. Let your glory be over all the earth.
Kia whakanuia koe, e te Atua, ki runga i nga rangi: hei runga i te whenua katoa tou kororia.
