Abụ Ọma 2
1 Gịnị mere mba niile ji agba izu nzuzo? Gịnị mere ndị mmadụ ji na-apịa ọpịpịa nke na-abaghị uru?
Wherefore have nations assembled in tumult? Or should, peoples, mutter an empty 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 earth take their station, and, grave men, have met by appointment together, —against Yahweh, and against his Anointed One [saying]:
3 Ha na-asị, “Ka anyị tijie mkpọrọ igwe niile ha kere anyị ma tufukwaa ha, nwere onwe anyị.”
Let us break asunder their bonds, —and cast from us their cords!
4 Onye na-anọdụ nʼeluigwe na-achị ọchị. Onyenwe anyị na-akwa ha emo.
He that sitteth in the heavens, will laugh, —My Lord, will mock at them:
5 Mgbe ahụ, ọ na-eji iwe baara ha mba mee ka ụjọ jupụta ha obi nʼihi oke iwe ya.
Then, will he speak unto them in his anger, and, in his wrath, confound them:
6 “Mụ onwe m eguzobela m eze m na Zayọn, ugwu m dị nsọ.”
Yet, I, have installed my king, —on Zion my holy mountain.
7 Aga m ekwusa iwu Onyenwe anyị: Ọ sịrị m, “Ị bụ Ọkpara m; taa abụrụla m nna gị.
Let me tell of a decree, —Yahweh, hath said unto me, My son, thou art, I, to-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 let me give nations as thine inheritance, and, as 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 shepherd them with a sceptre of iron, —as a potter’s vessel, shalt thou 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.
Now, therefore, ye kings, show your prudence, Be admonished, ye judges of earth:
11 Jirinụ ịtụ egwu fee Onyenwe anyị ofufe; jirikwanụ ịma jijiji ṅụrịa ọṅụ nʼihu ya.
Serve Yahweh with reverence, and exult 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 by the way, for soon might be kindled his anger, —How happy are all who seek refuge in him!
