Waiata 128

1 He waiata; he pikitanga. Ka hari nga tangata katoa e wehi ana i a Ihowa: e haere ana i ana ara.

A Song of Ascents. How happy is every one that revereth Yahweh, who walketh in his ways!

2 E kai hoki koe i te mahinga a ou ringa: e hari koe, a ka tau te pai ki a koe.

The labour of thine own hands, surely thou shalt eat. How happy thou, and well for thine!

3 E rite tau wahine ki te waina hua, i roto rawa i tou whare: au tamariki ki nga mahuri oriwa, i nga taha o tau tepu.

Thy wife, like a fruitful vine, within the recesses of thy house, —Thy children, like plantings of olive-trees, round about thy table.

4 Na he pera te manaaki mo te tangata e wehi ana i a Ihowa.

Lo! thus, shall be blessed the man who revereth Yahweh.

5 Ka Manaakitia koe e Ihowa i Hiona; a e kite koe i te pai o Hiruharama i nga ra katoa e ora ai koe.

Yahweh will bless thee, out of Zion, —and behold thou the welfare of Jerusalem, all the days of thy life!

6 Ae, e kite koe i nga tamariki a au tamariki. Kia mau te rongo ki a Iharaira.

And behold thou thy children’s children, —Prosperity on Israel!