1 Ki te tino kaiwhakatangi. He himene na Rawiri. Ka hari te tangata e whakaaro ana ki te rawakore; e whakaorangia ia e Ihowa i te ra o te he.

2 Ma Ihowa ia e tiaki, e whakaora; ka whakaharitia ia i runga i te whenua: e kore ano e tukua e koe ki nga hiahia o ona hoariri.

3 Ma Ihowa ia e whakakaha, i a ia e whakaruhi ana i runga i te moenga: mau ano e whakapai katoa tona moenga i a ia e mate ana.

4 I mea ahau, E Ihowa, tohungia ahau; rongoatia toku wairua; kua hara hoki ahau ki a koe.

5 He kino te korero a oku hoariri moku, e mea ana, A hea ranei ia mate ai, pirau ai tona ingoa?

6 A ki te haere mai ia kia kite i ahau, ka korero horihori ia: e ami ana tona ngakau i te kino mana; i tona putanga ki waho, korerotia ana e ia.

7 E komuhumuhu ana moku te hunga katoa e kino ana ki ahau; e whakatakoto ana i te kino moku.

8 E ai ta ratou, E piri ana te mate kino ki a ia; a ka takoto nei ia, heoi ano tona aranga ake.

9 Ae, ko toku hoa ake ano, i whakawhirinaki ai ahau, i kai nei i taku taro, kua hiki ake tona rekereke ki ahau.

10 Ko koe ia, e Ihowa, kia aroha ki ahau: a whakaarahia ahau, kia utua ai ratou e ahau.

11 Na konei ahau i matau ai e pai ana koe ki ahau, no te mea kahore toku hoariri e whakamanamana ki ahau.

12 Ko ahau ia, ko koe e whakamau ake ana i ahau i runga i toku ngakau tapatahi: e whakatu ake ana hoki i ahau ki tou aroaro ake tonu atu.

13 Kia whakapaingia a Ihowa, te Atua o Iharaira inamata riro ano, ake tonu atu ano hoki. Amine, ae Amine.

1 To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. O the happiness of him Who is acting wisely unto the poor, In a day of evil doth Jehovah deliver him.

2 Jehovah doth preserve him and revive him, He is happy in the land, And Thou givest him not into the will of his enemies.

3 Jehovah supporteth on a couch of sickness, All his bed Thou hast turned in his weakness.

4 I -- I said, `O Jehovah, favour me, Heal my soul, for I did sin against Thee,`

5 Mine enemies say evil of me: When he dieth -- his name hath perished!

6 And if he came to see -- vanity he speaketh, His heart gathereth iniquity to itself, He goeth out -- at the street he speaketh.

7 All hating me whisper together against me, Against me they devise evil to me:

8 A thing of Belial is poured out on him, And because he lay down he riseth not again.

9 Even mine ally, in whom I trusted, One eating my bread, made great the heel against me,

10 And Thou, Jehovah, favour me, And cause me to rise, And I give recompence to them.

11 By this I have known, That Thou hast delighted in me, Because my enemy shouteth not over me.

12 As to me, in mine integrity, Thou hast taken hold upon me, And causest me to stand before Thee to the age.

13 Blessed [is] Jehovah, God of Israel, From the age -- and unto the age. Amen and Amen.