1 Ha, ko te whenua e kapakapa nei nga parirau i tera taha o nga wai o Etiopia!

2 E unga karere nei i runga i te moana, a ko o ratou kaipuke he kakaho i runga i nga wai, e ki ana, Haere, e nga karere tere, ki tetahi iwi roroa, maheni hoki, ki te iwi i wehingia i to ratou timatanga iho a mohoa noa nei; ki te iwi he mahi ruri ne i, he takatakahi nei tana, ko tona whenua wahia iho e nga awa.

3 E nga tangata katoa o te ao, e te hunga e noho ana i te whenua, titiro mai, ina whakaarahia te kara ki runga i nga maunga; whakarongo mai, ina whakatangihia te tetere.

4 Ko ta Ihowa kupu hoki tenei ki ahau, Ka ata noho ahau, ka titiro hoki i toku nohoanga; ka rite ahau ki te mahana i te mea ka mahea, ka rite ki te kapua tomairangi i te mahana o te kotinga.

5 Hei mua hoki i te kotinga, kia ngahoro te puawai, kia puta ki te puawai he karepe e maoa haere ana, na ka hatepea atu e ia nga peka ririki ki te tapahi peka, a ko nga manga ka tangohia, ka tapahia ki raro.

6 Ka waiho ngatahi atu ratou ma nga manu tokokai o nga maunga, ma nga kararehe hoki o te whenua; ka whakatau nga manu tokokai ki runga ki a ratou i te raumati, ka whakakainga hoki nga kararehe katoa o te whenua ki reira i te hotoke.

7 I taua wa ka maua mai he hakari ki a Ihowa o nga mano, o te iwi roroa, maheni hoki, na te iwi i wehingia i to ratou timatanga iho, a mohoa noa nei, na te iwi he mahi ruri nei, he takatakahi nei tana, a ko tona whenua wahia iho e nga awa, ki te wa hi o te ingoa o Ihowa o nga mano, ki Maunga Hiona.

1 Ho, land shadowed [with] wings, That [is] beyond the rivers of Cush,

2 That is sending by sea ambassadors, Even with implements of reed on the face of the waters, -- Go, ye light messengers, Unto a nation drawn out and peeled, Unto a people fearful from its beginning and onwards, A nation meeting out by line, and treading down, Whose land floods have spoiled.

3 All ye inhabitants of the world, And ye dwellers of earth, At the lifting up of an ensign on hills ye look, And at the blowing of a trumpet ye hear.

4 For thus said Jehovah unto me, `I rest, and I look on My settled place, As a clear heat on an herb. As a thick cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.

5 For before harvest, when the flower is perfect, And the blossom is producing unripe fruit, Then hath [one] cut the sprigs with pruning hooks, And the branches he hath turned aside, cut down.

6 They are left together to the ravenous fowl of the mountains, And to the beast of the earth, And summered on them hath the ravenous fowl, And every beast of the earth wintereth on them.

7 At that time brought is a present to Jehovah of Hosts, A nation drawn out and peeled. Even of a people fearful from the beginning hitherto, A nation meting out by line, and treading down, Whose land floods have spoiled, Unto the place of the name of Jehovah of Hosts -- mount Zion!`