Psalms 2

1 Why doe the heathen rage, and the people murmure in vaine?

Adɛn enti na amanamanmufoɔ no bo afu? Adɛn enti na wɔsɛe mmerɛ yɛ nhyehyɛeɛ hunu yi?

2 The Kings of the earth band themselues, and the princes are assembled together against the Lord, and against his Christ.

Asase so ahemfo sɔre gyina na atumfoɔ bom tu agyina tia Awurade ne Deɛ Wɔasra no no.

3 Let vs breake their bands, and cast their cordes from vs.

Wɔka sɛ, “Momma yɛmmubu wɔn nkɔnsɔnkɔnsɔn na yɛnto wɔn mpokyerɛ ngu.”

4 But he that dwelleth in the heauen, shall laugh: the Lord shall haue them in derision.

Deɛ ɔte adwa so wɔ soro no sere; Awurade di wɔn ho fɛw.

5 Then shall hee speake vnto them in his wrath, and vexe them in his sore displeasure, saying,

Afei ɔka wɔn anim wɔ nʼabufuo mu hunahuna wɔn wɔ nʼabufuhyeɛ mu, ka sɛ,

6 Euen I haue set my King vpon Zion mine holy mountaine.

“Masi me Ɔhene wɔ Sion, me bepɔ kronkron no so.”

7 I will declare the decree: that is, the Lord hath said vnto me, Thou art my Sonne: this day haue I begotten thee.

Mɛpae mu aka Awurade ahyɛdeɛ: Ɔka kyerɛɛ me sɛ, “Woyɛ me Babarima; ɛnnɛ mayɛ wʼAgya.

8 Aske of me, and I shall giue thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the endes of the earth for thy possession.

Bisa me, na mede amanaman nyinaa bɛyɛ wʼagyapadeɛ, asase ano nyinaa bɛyɛ wo dea.

9 Thou shalt krush them with a scepter of yron, and breake them in pieces like a potters vessell.

Wode dadeɛ ahempoma bɛdi wɔn so; na woabobɔ wɔn sɛ ɔnwomfoɔ ahina.”

10 Be wise nowe therefore, ye Kings: be learned ye Iudges of the earth.

Enti mo ahemfo, monsua nyansa; monkae kɔkɔbɔ yi, mo asase sodifoɔ.

11 Serue the Lord in feare, and reioyce in trembling.

Momfa suro nsom Awurade na monsɛpɛ mo ho ahopopoɔ mu.

12 Kisse the sonne, least he be angry, and ye perish in the way, when his wrath shall suddenly burne. blessed are all that trust in him.

Momfe Ɔba no ano, na ne bo amfu ansɛe mo wɔ mo akwan so, ɛfiri sɛ nʼabufuhyeɛ tumi sɔre ntɛm so. Nhyira ne wɔn a wɔdwane toa no nyinaa.