Psalmowo 2
1 Nu ka ta dukɔwo le nugbe ɖom, eye amewo le nu dzodzrowo ɖom?
Wherefore have nations assembled in tumult? Or should, peoples, mutter an empty thing?
2 Anyigbadzifiawo ɖo afɔ anyi sesĩe, eye dumegãwo ƒo ta kpli ɖe aɖaŋu me ɖe Yehowa kple eƒe amesiamina la ŋu.
The kings of earth take their station, and, grave men, have met by appointment together, —against Yahweh, and against his Anointed One [saying]:
3 Wole gbɔgblɔm be, “Mina míado le Yehowa kple eƒe amesiamina la te, eye míana ablɔɖe mía ɖokuiwo.”
Let us break asunder their bonds, —and cast from us their cords!
4 Ame si woɖo zi dzi le dziƒo la ko nu, eye Yehowa ɖe alɔme le wo ŋu.
He that sitteth in the heavens, will laugh, —My Lord, will mock at them:
5 Tete wòka mo na wo le eƒe dɔmedzoe me, eye wòdo ŋɔdzi na wo le eƒe dziku helĩhelĩ me hegblɔ be,
Then, will he speak unto them in his anger, and, in his wrath, confound them:
6 “Meɖo nye ŋutɔ nye fia ɖe Zion, nye to kɔkɔe la dzi.”
Yet, I, have installed my king, —on Zion my holy mountain.
7 Maɖe gbeƒã Yehowa ƒe sedede la; Yehowa gblɔ nam be, “Wòe nye vinye ŋutsu, egbea mezu fofowò.
Let me tell of a decree, —Yahweh, hath said unto me, My son, thou art, I, to-day, have begotten thee:
8 Biam, ne matsɔ dukɔwo awɔ wò domenyinui kple anyigba ƒe seƒewo ke awɔ tɔwòe.
Ask of me, and let me give nations as thine inheritance, and, as thy possession, the ends of the earth:
9 Àtsɔ gafiatikplɔ aɖu wo dzii, eye àxlã wo ɖi, woakaka abe ale si ze gbãnae ene.”
Thou shalt shepherd them with a sceptre of iron, —as a potter’s vessel, shalt thou dash them in pieces.
10 Eya ta mi fiawo, midze nunya, eye mi anyigbadzidumegãwo, miɖo to nuxlɔ̃ame.
Now, therefore, ye kings, show your prudence, Be admonished, ye judges of earth:
11 Mitsɔ ɖokuibɔbɔ kple bubu subɔ Yehowa le dzidzɔ gã me kple dzodzo nyanyanya.
Serve Yahweh with reverence, and exult with trembling:
12 Mitsɔ ɖokuibɔbɔ do ɖe fia la ŋkume, ne menye nenema o la, ado dziku, eye wòatsrɔ̃ mi kpata, elabena eƒe dɔmedzoe ate ŋu afla ɣe sia ɣi. Woayra ame siwo katã tsɔe wɔ sitsoƒee.
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!
