Psalms 2

1 Wherefore have nations assembled in tumult? Or should, peoples, mutter an empty thing?

Adɛn nti na amanaman no hyehyɛ bɔne ho na nnipa no bɔ pɔw hunu yi?

2 The kings of earth take their station, and, grave men, have met by appointment together, —against Yahweh, and against his Anointed One [saying]:

Asase so ahemfo sɔre gyina na sodifo ka wɔn ho bɔ mu tia Awurade ne Nea Wɔasra no no.

3 Let us break asunder their bonds, —and cast from us their cords!

Wɔka se, “Momma yemmubu wɔn nkɔnsɔnkɔnsɔn na yɛntow wɔn mpokyerɛ ngu.”

4 He that sitteth in the heavens, will laugh, —My Lord, will mock at them:

Nea ɔte agua so wɔ ɔsoro no serew; Awurade di wɔn ho fɛw.

5 Then, will he speak unto them in his anger, and, in his wrath, confound them:

Afei ɔka wɔn anim wɔ nʼabufuw mu, hunahuna wɔn wɔ nʼabufuwhyew mu, ka se,

6 Yet, I, have installed my king, —on Zion my holy mountain.

“Masi me Hene wɔ Sion, me bepɔw kronkron no so.”

7 Let me tell of a decree, —Yahweh, hath said unto me, My son, thou art, I, to-day, have begotten thee:

Mɛpae mu aka Awurade ahyɛde: Ɔka kyerɛɛ me se, “Woyɛ me Ba; nnɛ mayɛ wʼAgya.

8 Ask of me, and let me give nations as thine inheritance, and, as thy possession, the ends of the earth:

Bisa me, na mede amanaman nyinaa bɛyɛ wʼagyapade, asase ano nyinaa bɛyɛ wo de.

9 Thou shalt shepherd them with a sceptre of iron, —as a potter’s vessel, shalt thou dash them in pieces.

Wode dade ahempema bedi wɔn so; na woabobɔ wɔn sɛ ɔnwemfo ahina.”

10 Now, therefore, ye kings, show your prudence, Be admonished, ye judges of earth:

Enti mo ahemfo, munsua nyansa; monkae kɔkɔbɔ yi, mo asase sodifo.

11 Serve Yahweh with reverence, and exult with trembling:

Momfa osuro nsom Awurade na monsɛpɛw mo ho ahopopo mu.

12 Kiss the son, lest he be angry, and ye perish by the way, for soon might be kindled his anger, —How happy are all who seek refuge in him!

Mumfew Ɔba no ano, na ne bo amfuw na mo akwan de mo bɛkɔ ɔsɛe mu, efisɛ nʼabufuwhyew tumi sɔre mpofirim. Nhyira ne wɔn a woguan toa no nyinaa.