Psalms 122

1 A song of degrees, or Psalme of David. I rejoiced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord.

He waiata; he pikitanga. Na Rawiri. I koa ahau i ta ratou meatanga mai ki ahau; Tatou ka haere ki te whare o Ihowa.

2 Our feete shall stand in thy gates, O Ierusalem.

E tu ana o matou waewae ki ou tatau, e Hiruharama:

3 Ierusalem is builded as a citie, that is compact together in it selfe:

Ko te hanganga o Hiruharama, rite tonu ki to te pa kua tuhonohonoa ki a ia ano.

4 Whereunto the Tribes, euen the Tribes of the Lord go vp according to the testimonie to Israel, to prayse the Name of the Lord.

Haereere ana ki reira nga iwi, nga iwi o Ihowa, ki to Iharaira whakaaturanga, ki te whakawhetai ki te ingoa o Ihowa.

5 For there are thrones set for iudgement, euen the thrones of the house of Dauid.

Kua whakaturia hoki ki reira nga torona whakawa, nga torona o te whare o Rawiri.

6 Pray for the peace of Ierusalem: let them prosper that loue thee.

Inoia he ata noho mo Hiruharama: ka whiwhi ki te pai te hunga e aroha ana ki a koe.

7 Peace be within thy walles, and prosperitie within thy palaces.

Kia mau te rongo ki ou taiepa, me te pai ki ou whare kingi.

8 For my brethren and neighbours sakes I will wish thee now prosperitie.

He mea mo oku teina, mo oku hoa, taku e mea nei, Kia mau te rongo ki roto ki a koe.

9 Because of the House of the Lord our God, I will procure thy wealth.

He whakaaro ki te whare o Ihowa, o to tatou Atua, ka rapu ahau i te pai mou.