Psalms 125

1 `The song of greces. Thei that tristen in the Lord ben as the hil of Syon; he schal not be moued with outen ende,

He waiata; he pikitanga. Ko te hunga e whakawhirinaki ana ki a Ihowa ka rite ki Maunga Hiona, e kore nei e taea te whakangaueue, pumau tonu ake ake.

2 that dwellith in Jerusalem. Hillis ben in the cumpas of it, and the Lord is in the cumpas of his puple; fro this tyme now and in to the world.

Me nga maunga e taiawhio nei i Hiruharama, te karapoti a Ihowa i tona iwi, aianei a ake tonu atu.

3 For the Lord schal not leeue the yerde of synneris on the part of iust men; that iust men holde not forth her hondis to wickidnesse.

E kore hoki te tokotoko a te whakaarokore e waiho tonu i runga i te wahi o te hunga tika: kei totoro te ringa o te hunga tika ki te kino.

4 Lord, do thou wel; to good men, and of riytful herte.

Kia pai tau mahi, e Ihowa, ki te hunga pai, ki te hunga he tika nei o ratou ngakau.

5 But the Lord schal lede them that bowen in to obligaciouns, with hem that worchen wickidnesse; pees be on Israel.

Ko te hunga ia e peka ke ana ki o ratou ara kopikopiko, ma Ihowa ratou e arahi tahi atu me nga kaimahi i te kino. Kia mau te rongo ki a Iharaira.