Waiata 144
1 Na Rawiri. Kia whakapaingia a Ihowa, toku kamaka, e whakaako nei i oku ringa ki te whawhai, i oku maihao ki te tatau;
By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
2 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.
My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
3 E Ihowa, he aha te tangata i maharatia ai ia e koe? Te tama ranei a te tangata i whakaaroa ai ia e koe?
Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
4 Ko te rite o te tangata kei te mea memeha noa: ona ra me te mea he atarangi e rere atu ana.
Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
5 Whakapikoa iho ou rangi e Ihowa, a heke iho: pa ki nga maunga, a ka pongere.
Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
6 Kokiritia mai he uira hei whakamarara i a ratou: koperea mai au pere, kia whati ai ratou.
Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
7 Totoro iho tou ringa i runga: tangohia ahau, whakaorangia ahau i nga wai nunui, i te ringa o nga tangata ke;
Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
8 E korero teka nei to ratou mangai, a he ringa matau teka to ratou ringa matau.
Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
9 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.
O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.
10 Ko ia te kaihomai i te whakaoranga ki nga kingi, te kaiwhakaora i a Rawiri, i tana pononga, i te hoari whakamate.
Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
11 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.
Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood,
12 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;
Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness of a palace,
13 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;
Our garners [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
14 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;
Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
15 Ka hari te iwi e pena ana: ae, ka hari te iwi ko Ihowa nei to ratou Atua.
O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah!
