Abụ Ọma 2
1 Gịnị mere mba niile ji agba izu nzuzo? Gịnị mere ndị mmadụ ji na-apịa ọpịpịa nke na-abaghị uru?
Why are the nations in tumultuous agitation, and [why] do the peoples meditate a vain thing?
2 Ndị eze nke ụwa na-eguzokwa onwe ha, ndị na-achị achị na-agbakọtakwa imegide Onyenwe anyị na imegide Onye ya e tere mmanụ.
The kings of the earth set themselves, and the princes plot together, against Jehovah and against his anointed:
3 Ha na-asị, “Ka anyị tijie mkpọrọ igwe niile ha kere anyị ma tufukwaa ha, nwere onwe anyị.”
Let us break their bonds asunder, and cast away their cords from us!
4 Onye na-anọdụ nʼeluigwe na-achị ọchị. Onyenwe anyị na-akwa ha emo.
He that dwelleth in the heavens shall laugh, the Lord shall have them in derision.
5 Mgbe ahụ, ọ na-eji iwe baara ha mba mee ka ụjọ jupụta ha obi nʼihi oke iwe ya.
Then will he speak to them in his anger, and in his fierce displeasure will he terrify them:
6 “Mụ onwe m eguzobela m eze m na Zayọn, ugwu m dị nsọ.”
And I have anointed my king upon Zion, the hill of my holiness.
7 Aga m ekwusa iwu Onyenwe anyị: Ọ sịrị m, “Ị bụ Ọkpara m; taa abụrụla m nna gị.
I will declare the decree: Jehovah hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; I this day have begotten thee.
8 Rịọọ m, aga m enye gị mba niile nke ụwa ka ha bụrụ ihe nketa gị.
Ask of me, and I will give thee nations for an inheritance, and for thy possession the ends of the earth:
9 Ị ga-eji mkpara igwe chịa ha, tipịa ha dịka onye na-akpụ ite si etipịa ite ndị ọ kpụrụ na-adịghị mma.”
Thou shalt break them with a sceptre of iron, as a potter's vessel thou shalt dash them in pieces.
10 Nʼihi nke a, unu ndị eze, bụrụnụ ndị nwere uche; ka nke a bụrụkwa ihe ịdọ aka na ntị nye ndị na-achị achị nʼụwa.
And now, O kings, be ye wise, be admonished, ye judges of the earth.
11 Jirinụ ịtụ egwu fee Onyenwe anyị ofufe; jirikwanụ ịma jijiji ṅụrịa ọṅụ nʼihu ya.
Serve Jehovah with fear, and rejoice with trembling.
12 Sutukwanụ Ọkpara ahụ ọnụ ka iwe ghara iwe ya, ka unu ghara ị bụ ndị a lara nʼiyi nʼụzọ unu. Nʼihi na iwe ya pụrụ ịmalite nʼotu ntabi anya. Ndị niile na-eme ya ebe mgbaba ha bụ ndị a gọziri agọzi.
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, though his anger burn but a little. Blessed are all who have their trust in him.
