Waiata 3
1 He himene na Rawiri, i tona omanga atu i tana tama i a Apoharama. E Ihowa, ano te tini o oku hoariri, he tokomaha te hunga e whakatika mai ana ki ahau.
A psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. How many, Lord, are my foes! Those who rise up against me are many.
2 He tokomaha te mea ana ki toku wairua, hore rawa he whakaoranga mona i te Atua. (Hera)
Many are those who say of me, “There is no help for him in his God.” (Selah)
3 Ko koe ia, e Ihowa, hei whakangungu rakau moku, hei kororia moku, hei kaiwhakaara i toku matenga.
But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
4 I karanga toku reo ki a Ihowa: a whakahoki kupu mai ana ia ki ahau i tona maunga tapu. (Hera)
When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
5 I takoto ahau, i moe; i ara ake ano; na Ihowa hoki ahau i whakamau ake.
I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
6 E kore ahau e mataku i nga mano tini o te iwi, kua whakatika mai nei ki ahau karopoti noa.
I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
7 Whakatika, e Ihowa; whakaorangia ahau, e toku Atua: nau hoki i patu te kauae o oku hoariri katoa; mangungu noa i a koe nga niho o te hunga kino.
Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
8 Na Ihowa te whakaoranga: kei runga i tau iwi tau manaaki. (Hera)
Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
