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 doe the heathen rage, and the people murmure in vaine?
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 band themselues, and the princes are assembled together against the Lord, and against his Christ.
3 Ha na-asị, “Ka anyị tijie mkpọrọ igwe niile ha kere anyị ma tufukwaa ha, nwere onwe anyị.”
Let vs breake their bands, and cast their cordes from vs.
4 Onye na-anọdụ nʼeluigwe na-achị ọchị. Onyenwe anyị na-akwa ha emo.
But he that dwelleth in the heauen, shall laugh: the Lord shall haue them in derision.
5 Mgbe ahụ, ọ na-eji iwe baara ha mba mee ka ụjọ jupụta ha obi nʼihi oke iwe ya.
Then shall hee speake vnto them in his wrath, and vexe them in his sore displeasure, saying,
6 “Mụ onwe m eguzobela m eze m na Zayọn, ugwu m dị nsọ.”
Euen I haue set my King vpon Zion mine holy mountaine.
7 Aga m ekwusa iwu Onyenwe anyị: Ọ sịrị m, “Ị bụ Ọkpara m; taa abụrụla m nna gị.
I will declare the decree: that is, the Lord hath said vnto me, Thou art my Sonne: this day haue I begotten thee.
8 Rịọọ m, aga m enye gị mba niile nke ụwa ka ha bụrụ ihe nketa gị.
Aske of me, and I shall giue thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the endes of the earth for thy possession.
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 krush them with a scepter of yron, and breake them in pieces like a potters vessell.
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.
Be wise nowe therefore, ye Kings: be learned ye Iudges of the earth.
11 Jirinụ ịtụ egwu fee Onyenwe anyị ofufe; jirikwanụ ịma jijiji ṅụrịa ọṅụ nʼihu ya.
Serue the Lord in feare, and reioyce in 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.
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.
