Waiata 122

1 He waiata; he pikitanga. Na Rawiri. I koa ahau i ta ratou meatanga mai ki ahau; Tatou ka haere ki te whare o Ihowa.

A song of degrees, or Psalme of David. I rejoiced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord.

2 E tu ana o matou waewae ki ou tatau, e Hiruharama:

Our feete shall stand in thy gates, O Ierusalem.

3 Ko te hanganga o Hiruharama, rite tonu ki to te pa kua tuhonohonoa ki a ia ano.

Ierusalem is builded as a citie, that is compact together in it selfe:

4 Haereere ana ki reira nga iwi, nga iwi o Ihowa, ki to Iharaira whakaaturanga, ki te whakawhetai ki te ingoa o Ihowa.

Whereunto the Tribes, euen the Tribes of the Lord go vp according to the testimonie to Israel, to prayse the Name of the Lord.

5 Kua whakaturia hoki ki reira nga torona whakawa, nga torona o te whare o Rawiri.

For there are thrones set for iudgement, euen the thrones of the house of Dauid.

6 Inoia he ata noho mo Hiruharama: ka whiwhi ki te pai te hunga e aroha ana ki a koe.

Pray for the peace of Ierusalem: let them prosper that loue thee.

7 Kia mau te rongo ki ou taiepa, me te pai ki ou whare kingi.

Peace be within thy walles, and prosperitie within thy palaces.

8 He mea mo oku teina, mo oku hoa, taku e mea nei, Kia mau te rongo ki roto ki a koe.

For my brethren and neighbours sakes I will wish thee now prosperitie.

9 He whakaaro ki te whare o Ihowa, o to tatou Atua, ka rapu ahau i te pai mou.

Because of the House of the Lord our God, I will procure thy wealth.