1 He himene, he waiata mo te ra Hapati. He mea pai te whakawhetai ki a Ihowa, te himene atu ki tou ingoa, e te Runga Rawa:

2 Te whakakite i tou atawhai i te ata, i tou pono i nga po katoa;

3 I runga i te aho tekau, i te hatere; i te tangi huatau a te hapa.

4 Nau hoki ahau, e Ihowa, i whakahari ki tau mahi: ka whakamanamana ahau ki nga meatanga a ou ringa.

5 Ano te nui o au mahi, e Ihowa! hohonu rawa ou whakaaro.

6 Ko te tangata poauau, kahore ia e matau; kahore hoki tenei e mohiotia e te kuware.

7 Kia pihi ake nga whakaarokore ano he tarutaru, a kia tupu nga kaimahi katoa i te kino; he ngaromanga tena no ratou ake ake;

8 Ko koe ia, e Ihowa, kei runga rawa ake ake.

9 Na, ko ou hoa whawhai, e Ihowa, na, ko ou hoa whawhai, ka ngaro; ka marara katoa nga kaimahi i te kino.

10 Otira ka ara i a koe toku haona, ka pera i to te kau maka: ka whakawahia ahau ki te hinu hou.

11 Ka kite hoki toku kanohi i taku i hiahia ai ki runga ki oku hoariri, ka rongo oku taringa i taku i hiahia ai o te hunga kino e whakatika ana mai ki ahau.

12 Ka rite te tupu o te tangata tika ki to te nikau; ka rite tona nui ki to te hita i Repanona.

13 Ko te hunga i whakatokia ki te whare o Ihowa ka tupu ki nga marae o to tatou Atua.

14 Ka whai hua tonu ratou ua hina: ki tonu i te wai, matomato tonu;

15 Hei whakakite i te tika o Ihowa: ko ia toku kohatu, kahore hoki ona he.

1 It is a good thing to give thanks unto Jehovah,

And to sing praises unto thy name, O Most High;

2 To show forth thy lovingkindness in the morning,

And thy faithfulness every night,

3 With an instrument of ten strings, and with the psaltery;

With a solemn sound upon the harp.

4 For thou, Jehovah, hast made me glad through thy work:

I will triumph in the works of thy hands.

5 How great are thy works, O Jehovah!

Thy thoughts are very deep.

6 A brutish man knoweth not;

Neither doth a fool understand this:

7 When the wicked spring as the grass,

And when all the workers of iniquity do flourish;

It is that they shall be destroyed for ever.

8 But thou, O Jehovah, art on high for evermore.

9 For, lo, thine enemies, O Jehovah,

For, lo, thine enemies shall perish;

All the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.

10 But my horn hast thou exalted like the horn of the wild-ox:

I am anointed with fresh oil.

11 Mine eye also hath seen my desire on mine enemies,

Mine ears have heard my desire of the evil-doers that rise up against me.

12 The righteous shall flourish like the palm-tree:

He shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

13 They are planted in the house of Jehovah;

They shall flourish in the courts of our God.

14 They shall still bring forth fruit in old age;

They shall be full of sap and green:

15 To show that Jehovah is upright;

He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.