Waiata 2
1 He aha ka nana ai nga tauiwi, ka whakaaro horihori ai nga iwi?
Whi gnastiden with teeth hethene men; and puplis thouyten veyn thingis?
2 Whakatika mai ana nga kingi o te whenua, runanga tahi ana nga ariki, ki te whawhai ki a Ihowa, ki tana tangata hoki i whakawahi ai; me te ki ano,
The kyngis of erthe stoden togidere; and princes camen togidere ayens the Lord, and ayens his Crist?
3 Kia motumotuhia e tatou a raua here, kia akiritia a raua taura i a tatou.
Breke we the bondis of hem; and cast we awei the yok of hem fro vs.
4 Ko ia kei te rangi e noho ana, ka kata ia: ka whakahi te Ariki ki a ratou.
He that dwellith in heuenes schal scorne hem; and the Lord schal bimowe hem.
5 Na ka korero ia ki a ratou me te riri ano: ka tino weriweri hoki, ka whakahorere i a ratou,
Thanne he schal speke to hem in his ire; and he schal disturble hem in his stronge veniaunce.
6 Ahakoa ra ka whakawahia e ahau taku kingi ki runga ki taku maunga tapu, ki Hiona.
Forsothe Y am maad of hym a kyng on Syon, his hooli hil; prechynge his comaundement.
7 Maku e whakapuaki te kupu, kua mea a Ihowa ki ahau, Ko koe taku tama, nonaianei koe i whakatupuria ai e ahau.
The Lord seide to me, Thou art my sone; Y haue gendrid thee to dai.
8 Inoi ki ahau, a ka hoatu e ahau ki a koe nga tauiwi hei kainga mou, me nga topito o te whenua hei nohoanga tupu mou.
Axe thou of me, and Y schal yyue to thee hethene men thin eritage; and thi possessioun the termes of erthe.
9 Ka wawahi koe i a ratou ki te whiu rino, mongamonga noa ratou i a koe, ano he oko na te kaihanga rihi.
Thou schalt gouerne hem in an yrun yerde; and thou schalt breke hem as the vessel of a pottere.
10 Na kia mahara ra, e nga kingi: kia akona, e nga kaiwhakawa o te whenua.
And now, ye kyngis, vndurstonde; ye that demen the erthe, be lerud.
11 Mahi atu ki a Ihowa i runga i te wehi, kia hari me te wiri.
Serue ye the Lord with drede; and make ye ful ioye to hym with tremblyng.
12 Kihia te tama kei riri ia, a ka mate koutou i te ara, ka hohoro tonu hoki te mura o tona riri. Ka hari katoa te hunga e whakawhirinaki ana ki a ia.
Take ye lore; lest the Lord be wrooth sumtyme, and lest ye perischen fro iust waie. Whanne his `ire brenneth out in schort tyme; blessed ben alle thei, that tristen in hym.
