Psalm 2

1 Efu mutanfahl uh ku suk inkanek in alein? Efu ku mwet uh oru nunak lusrongten lalos?

Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?

2 Tokosra lalos elos tuyak in alein, Ac mwet kol lalos tukeni pwapa in lain LEUM GOD Ac tokosra se su El sulela.

The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the LORD, and against his anointed, [saying],

3 Elos fahk, “Lela kut in srikutla lukelos. Lela kut in srola liki koko lalos.”

Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.

4 LEUM GOD El muta inkusrao isrun Ac aksruksruki pwapa munas lalos.

He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the LORD shall have them in derision.

5 Na El akesmakyalos ke mulat lal, Ac aksangengyalos ke kasrkusrak lal.

Then shall he speak to them in his wrath, and trouble them in his sore displeasure.

6 El fahk, “Fin Zion, eol mutal sik, Nga oakiya tari tokosra luk.”

Yet have I set my king upon my holy hill of Zion.

7 Ac tokosra el fahk, “Nga fah fahkak ma LEUM GOD El sapkin. El fahk nu sik, ‘Kom wen nutik; Misenge nga papa lac tomom.

I will declare the decree: the LORD hath said to me, Thou [art] my Son; this day have I begotten thee.

8 Siyuk, ac nga ac fah asot mutunfacl nukewa nu sum; Faclu nufon ac fah ma lom.

Ask of me, and I will give [thee] the heathen [for] thy inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth [for] thy possession.

9 Kom ac fah kunauselosla ke osra soko; Kom ac fah foklolosi nu ke ip srisrik, oana sie ahlu orek ke fohk kle.’”

Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel.

10 Inge, kowos tokosra uh, porongo kas in sensenkakin inge. Kowos mwet kol lun faclu, lutlut ke mwe luti se inge.

Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth.

11 Kulansupu LEUM GOD ke sangeng; Rarrar

Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice with trembling.

12 ac epasr nu sel. Kowos fin tia, na kasrkusrak lal ac fah sa in sikyak, Ac kowos ac fah misa. Insewowo elos nukewa su suk nien wikla yorol.

Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish [from] the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed [are] all they that put their trust in him.