Thaburi 2
1 Nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmaga ndũrĩrĩ iciirĩre gwĩka ũũru na andũ mathugunde maũndũ ma tũhũ?
Why do the nations rage, and the peoples imagine a vain thing?
2 Athamaki a thĩ nĩmatuĩte itua, na aathani magacookania ndundu nĩguo mookĩrĩre Jehova, na mookĩrĩre Ũrĩa wake Mũitĩrĩrie Maguta.
The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the LORD, and against his anointed, [saying],
3 Moigaga atĩrĩ, “Nĩtwĩohorei mĩnyororo yao, na mabĩngũ mao tũmate matweherere.”
Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.
4 Ũrĩa ũikarĩire gĩtĩ kĩa ũnene kũu igũrũ no gũtheka aratheka; We Mwathani-rĩ, nĩkũnyũrũria aramanyũrũria.
He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision.
5 Ningĩ agacooka akamakũũma arakarĩte, na akamekĩra guoya mũnene angʼũrĩkĩte akameera atĩrĩ,
Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure:
6 “Niĩ nĩ niĩ njigĩte Mũthamaki wakwa kũu Zayuni, kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩakwa kĩrĩa kĩamũre.”
Yet I have set my king upon my holy hill of Zion.
7 Niĩ nĩngwanĩrĩra itua rĩa Jehova: Jehova aanjĩĩrire atĩrĩ, “Wee nĩwe Mũrũ wakwa, ũmũthĩ nĩndatuĩka thoguo.
I will tell of the decree: the LORD said unto me, Thou art my son; this day have I begotten thee.
8 Hooya niĩ, na nĩngũkũhe ndũrĩrĩ ituĩke igai rĩaku, nacio ituri cia thĩ ituĩke ciaku kĩũmbe.
Ask of me, and I will give thee the nations for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.
9 Nĩũgaciunanga na njũgũma ya kĩgera ya ũthamaki; ũgaacihehenja ihaane ta tũcunjĩ twa nyũngũ ya rĩũmba.”
Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.
10 Nĩ ũndũ ũcio, inyuĩ athamaki ta kĩũhĩgeei, inyuĩ aathani a thĩ mũtaarĩke.
Now therefore be wise, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth.
11 Tungatĩrai Jehova mũkĩmwĩtigagĩra, na mũkene o mũkĩinainaga.
Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice with trembling.
12 Mumunyai Mũriũ, ndakae kũrakara, na inyuĩ mũniinĩrwo njĩra-inĩ, nĩgũkorwo mangʼũrĩ make maahota kũrĩrĩmbũka o rĩmwe. Kũrathimwo-rĩ, nĩ arĩa othe moragĩra harĩ we.
Kiss the son, lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, for his wrath will soon be kindled. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.
