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 do the heathen rage, And the nations 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.
Why do the kings of the earth rise up, And the princes combine together, Against Jehovah, and against his anointed king?
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; Let us cast away from us their fetters!”
4 Onye na-anọdụ nʼeluigwe na-achị ọchị. Onyenwe anyị na-akwa ha emo.
He that sitteth in heaven will laugh; The Lord will 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 shall he speak to them in his wrath, And confound them in his hot displeasure.
6 “Mụ onwe m eguzobela m eze m na Zayọn, ugwu m dị nsọ.”
“I myself have anointed my king, Upon Zion, my holy hill!”
7 Aga m ekwusa iwu Onyenwe anyị: Ọ sịrị m, “Ị bụ Ọkpara m; taa abụrụla m nna gị.
I will declare the decree of Jehovah: He hath said to me, “Thou art my son; This day I 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 the nations for thine inheritance, And the ends 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 break them with a rod of iron; Thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel.”
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, therefore, O ye kings! Be admonished, ye rulers of the earth!
11 Jirinụ ịtụ egwu fee Onyenwe anyị ofufe; jirikwanụ ịma jijiji ṅụrịa ọṅụ nʼihu ya.
Be subject to Jehovah with awe, And fear 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 your way; For soon shall his wrath be kindled. Happy are all they who seek refuge in him.
