Waiata 48
1 He waiata, he himene ma nga tama a Koraha. He nui a Ihowa, kia nui hoki te whakamoemiti ki a ia i te pa o to tatou Atua, i te maunga o tona tapu.
A Song, a Psalm, by sons of Korah. Great [is] Jehovah, and praised greatly, In the city of our God — His holy hill.
2 Ataahua ana te tairanga o Maunga Hiona, ko ta te ao katoa e koa ai: kei te taha ki te raki te pa o te Kingi nui.
Beautiful [for] elevation, A joy of all the land, [is] Mount Zion, The sides of the north, the city of a great king.
3 E matauria ana te Atua i roto i ona whare papai hei piringa.
God in her high places is known for a tower.
4 Na, huihui tahi mai ana nga kingi haere tahi atu ana ratou.
For, lo, the kings met, they passed by together,
5 I kite ratou, miharo iho: raruraru ana, hohoro tonu atu.
They have seen — so they have marvelled, They have been troubled, they were hastened away.
6 Pa ana te wehi ki a ratou i reira, te mamae, ano he wahine e whanau ana.
Trembling hath seized them there, Pain, as of a travailing woman.
7 E wahia ana e koe nga kaipuke o Tarahihi ki te marangai.
By an east wind Thou shiverest ships of Tarshish.
8 Rite tonu ki ta matou i rongo ai, ta matou i kite ai i roto i te pa o Ihowa o nga mano, i te pa o to tatou Atua: ma te Atua e whakapumau ake ake. (Hera)
As we have heard, so we have seen, In the city of Jehovah of hosts, In the city of our God, God doth establish her — to the age. (Selah)
9 I whakaaroaro matou ki tou atawhai, e te Atua, i waenganui o tou temepara.
We have thought, O God, of Thy kindness, In the midst of Thy temple,
10 E te Atua, rite tahi ki tou ingoa te whakamoemiti mou, tae noa atu ki nga pito o te whenua: ki tonu tou matau i te tika.
As [is] Thy name, O God, so [is] Thy praise, Over the ends of the earth, Righteousness hath filled Thy right hand.
11 Kia hari a Maunga Hiona, kia koa nga tamahine a Hura i au whakaritenga.
Rejoice doth Mount Zion, The daughters of Judah are joyful, For the sake of Thy judgments.
12 Taiawhiotia a Hiona, haere, a kopiko noa mai: taua ona pourewa.
Compass Zion, and go round her, count her towers,
13 Maharatia ona pekerangi, tirohia ona whare papai; hei korerotanga ma koutou ki enei ake whakatupuranga.
Set your heart to her bulwark, Consider her high places, So that ye recount to a later generation,
14 Ko tenei Atua hoki te Atua mo tatou ake ake: ko ia hei kaiarahi i a tatou a mate noa.
That this God [is] our God — To the age and for ever, He — he doth lead us over death!
