Salmos 39

Te Whākina a te Tangata e Mamae ana

Ki te tino kaiwhakatangi: ki a Ierutunu. He hīmene nā Rāwiri.

1 I mea ahau, "Ka āta whakaaro ahau ki ōku ara,

kei hara tōku arero;

ka tiakina tōku māngai, paraire rawa,

i te mea kei tōku aroaro te tangata kino.

2 I whakamoroki ahau, i wahangū,

kīhai i puaki tāku kupu, ahakoa pai;

ā, ka oho tōku mamae.

3 Werawera ana tōku ngākau i roto i ahau;

i ahau e whakaaro ana ka kā te ahi,

ā, ka kōrero tōku arero:

4 "E Ihowā, meinga ahau kia mātau ki tōku mutunga,

ki te maha hoki o ōku rā, e hia rānei;

kia mātau ai ahau he mea memeha noa ahau.

5 Nanā, he whānuitanga ringa ōku rā kua hōmai nei e koe;

he kāhore noa iho anō ōku tau i tōu aroaro.

Ahakoa ū noa te tū o ngā tāngata katoa,

he mea memeha kau. Hera

6 He pono kei roto i te ātārangi te tangata e kōpikopiko noa ana;

he pono e ohorere noa ana rātou;

e āmi ana ia i te taonga, ā, kāhore e mātau mā wai rānei e kohi.

7 "Nā, he aha tāku e tatari atu nei, e te Ariki?

Ko koe tāku e tūmanako ai.

8 Whakaorangia ahau i āku mahi tutū katoa;

kaua ahau e waiho hei tāwainga mā te wairangi.

9 Wahangū ana ahau; kīhai i kuihi tōku māngai;

he meatanga hoki tēnei nāu.

10 Nekehia atu i ahau tāu whiu;

ka ngaro ahau i te pakinga a tōu ringa.

11 "Ka pākia e koe te tangata,

ka whakatūpehupehutia mō te hara,

ka meinga e koe tōna ātaahua kia memeha,

kia pērā me te pūrehurehu.

He pono he mea teka noa ngā tāngata katoa. Hera

12 "Whakarongo ki tāku īnoi e Ihowā,

kia tītaha mai tōu taringa ki tāku karanga;

kei wahangū koe ki ōku roimata.

He heke hoki ahau nāu, he manene,

he pērā me ōku mātua katoa.

13 Kia āta hanga ki ahau, kia tā ai tōku manawa,

keiwhā haere atu ahau, i konei, ā, ka kāhore noa iho."

For the Chief Musician, for Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.

1 I said, I will take heed to my ways,

That I sin not with my tongue:

I will keep my mouth with a bridle,

While the wicked is before me.

2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good;

And my sorrow was stirred.

3 My heart was hot within me;

While I was musing the fire burned;

Then spake I with my tongue:

4 Jehovah, make me to know mine end,

And the measure of my days, what it is;

Let me know how frail I am.

5 Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths;

And my life-time is as nothing before thee:

Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. [Selah

6 Surely every man walketh in a vain show;

Surely they are disquieted in vain:

He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

7 And now, Lord, what wait I for?

My hope is in thee.

8 Deliver me from all my transgressions:

Make me not the reproach of the foolish.

9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth;

Because thou didst it.

10 Remove thy stroke away from me:

I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.

11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity,

Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth:

Surely every man is vanity. [Selah

12 Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry;

Hold not thy peace at my tears:

For I am a stranger with thee,

A sojourner, as all my fathers were.

13 Oh spare me, that I may recover strength,

Before I go hence, and be no more.