Salmos 30

He Īnoi Whakawhetai

He hīmene. He waiata mō te tāinga o te kawa o te whare. Nā Rāwiri.

1 Ka whakanui ahau i a koe, e Ihowā;

nāu hoki ahau i hāpai ake,

ā, kīhai i tukua ōku hoariri kia hari ki ahau.

2 E Ihowā, e tōku Atua, i karanga ahau ki a koe,

ā, kore ake tōku mate i a koe.

3 E Ihowā, nāu i whakaputa ake tōku wairua i te rēinga;

nāu ahau i whakaora kei heke ki te poka.

4 Hīmene ki a Ihowā, e tāna hunga tapu,

whakawhetai hoki ki tōna ingoa tapu.

5 He iti hoki te wāhi e riri ai ia;

he oranga ki te manakohia e ia.

E tau iho te tangi i te ahiahi,

ā, i te ata he hari.

6 I mea ahau i tōku wā i kake ai,

"E kore ahau e whakangāueuetia ā muri ake nei."

7 He manakohanga nāu, e Ihowā,

i ū ai i a koe te tū o tōku maunga;

i hunā e koe tōu mata,

ā, raru iho ahau.

8 E Ihowā, i karanga ahau ki a koe,

i īnoi hoki ki a Ihowā.

9 "He aha te pai o ōku toto

ina heke ahau ki te poka?

Mā te puehu koia koe e whakamoemiti?

Māna oti e whakapuaki tōu pono?

10 Whakarongo, e Ihowā, tohungia hoki ahau;

e Ihowā, ko koe hei āwhina mōku."

11 Kua puta kē i a koe tāku tangi hei kanikani;

kua wewete i tōku kākahu taratara,

ā, whītikiria ana ahau e koe ki te koa;

12 hei mea e hīmene ai tōku korōria ki a koe, kore ake e wahangū.

E Ihowā, e tōku Atua, ka whakawhetai ahau ki a koe ake ake.

A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House. A Psalm of David.

1 I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast raised me up,

And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 O Jehovah my God,

I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

3 O Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol;

Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

4 Sing praise unto Jehovah, O ye saints of his,

And give thanks to his holy memorial name.

5 For his anger is but for a moment;

His favor is for a life-time:

Weeping may tarry for the night,

But joy cometh in the morning.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity,

I shall never be moved.

7 Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong:

Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

8 I cried to thee, O Jehovah;

And unto Jehovah I made supplication:

9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit?

Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

10 Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me:

Jehovah, be thou my helper.

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing;

Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent.

O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.