Zabbuli 2
1 Lwaki amawanga geegugunga n’abantu ne bateganira obwereere okusala enkwe?
Wherefore have nations assembled in tumult? Or should, peoples, mutter an empty thing?
2 Bakabaka ab’ensi bakuŋŋaanye, n’abafuzi ne bateeseza wamu ku Mukama ne ku Kristo we, nga bagamba nti,
The kings of earth take their station, and, grave men, have met by appointment together, —against Yahweh, and against his Anointed One [saying]:
3 “Ka tukutule enjegere zaabwe, era tweyambulemu ekikoligo kyabwe.”
Let us break asunder their bonds, —and cast from us their cords!
4 Naye Katonda oyo atuula mu ggulu, abasekerera busekerezi, n’enkwe zaabwe ezitaliimu zimusesa.
He that sitteth in the heavens, will laugh, —My Lord, will mock at them:
5 N’alyoka abanenya ng’ajjudde obusungu, n’abatiisa nnyo ng’aswakidde.
Then, will he speak unto them in his anger, and, in his wrath, confound them:
6 N’abagamba nti, “Ddala ddala nateekawo kabaka owange ku lusozi lwange Sayuuni olutukuvu.”
Yet, I, have installed my king, —on Zion my holy mountain.
7 Nzija kulangirira ekiragiro kya Mukama: kubanga yaŋŋamba nti, “Ggwe oli Mwana wange, olwa leero nfuuse kitaawo.
Let me tell of a decree, —Yahweh, hath said unto me, My son, thou art, I, to-day, have begotten thee:
8 Nsaba, nange ndikuwa amawanga gonna okuba obusika bwo, era n’ensi yonna gy’ekoma okuba amatwale go.
Ask of me, and let me give nations as thine inheritance, and, as thy possession, the ends of the earth:
9 Olibafugisa omuggo ogw’ekyuma, era olibabetenta ng’entamu y’omubumbi.”
Thou shalt shepherd them with a sceptre of iron, —as a potter’s vessel, shalt thou dash them in pieces.
10 Kale nno mubeere n’amagezi mmwe bakabaka; muyige okulabulwa mmwe abafuzi b’ensi.
Now, therefore, ye kings, show your prudence, Be admonished, ye judges of earth:
11 Muweereze Mukama nga mumutya, era musanyuke n’okukankana.
Serve Yahweh with reverence, and exult with trembling:
12 Mwanirize Omwana, mumusembeze Mukama aleme okubasunguwalira n’okubazikiriza nga muli mu kkubo lyammwe; kubanga obusungu bwe bubuubuuka mangu. Kyokka bonna abaddukira gy’ali balina omukisa.
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!
