A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.

1 Yahweh, how my adversaries have increased!

Many are those who rise up against me.

2 Many there are who say of my soul,

"There is no help for him in God." Selah.

3 But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me,

my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.

4 I cry to Yahweh with my voice,

and he answers me out of his holy hill. Selah.

5 I laid myself down and slept.

I awakened, for Yahweh sustains me.

6 I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people

who have set themselves against me on every side.

7 Arise, Yahweh!

Save me, my God!

For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone.

You have broken the teeth of the wicked.

8 Salvation belongs to Yahweh.

May your blessing be on your people. Selah.

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.

2 He tokomaha te mea ana ki toku wairua, hore rawa he whakaoranga mona i te Atua. (Hera.

3 Ko koe ia, e Ihowa, hei whakangungu rakau moku, hei kororia moku, hei kaiwhakaara i toku matenga.

4 I karanga toku reo ki a Ihowa: a whakahoki kupu mai ana ia ki ahau i tona maunga tapu. (Hera.

5 I takoto ahau, i moe; i ara ake ano; na Ihowa hoki ahau i whakamau ake.

6 E kore ahau e mataku i nga mano tini o te iwi, kua whakatika mai nei ki ahau karopoti noa.

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.

8 Na Ihowa te whakaoranga: kei runga i tau iwi tau manaaki. (Hera.