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 Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
2 He tokomaha te mea ana ki toku wairua, hore rawa he whakaoranga mona i te Atua. (Hera)
Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 Ko koe ia, e Ihowa, hei whakangungu rakau moku, hei kororia moku, hei kaiwhakaara i toku matenga.
But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 I karanga toku reo ki a Ihowa: a whakahoki kupu mai ana ia ki ahau i tona maunga tapu. (Hera)
With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I takoto ahau, i moe; i ara ake ano; na Ihowa hoki ahau i whakamau ake.
I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
6 E kore ahau e mataku i nga mano tini o te iwi, kua whakatika mai nei ki ahau karopoti noa.
I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
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.
Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
8 Na Ihowa te whakaoranga: kei runga i tau iwi tau manaaki. (Hera)
To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
