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 A Psalm. -- A Song for the sabbath-day. Good to give thanks to Jehovah, And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High,

2 To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.

3 On ten strings and on psaltery, On higgaion, with harp.

4 For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.

5 How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.

6 A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; --

7 When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity -- For their being destroyed for ever and ever!

8 And Thou [art] high to the age, O Jehovah.

9 For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.

10 And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.

11 And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.

12 The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.

13 Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.

14 Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,

15 To declare that upright [is] Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!