Zaburi 2
1 Kwa nini mataifa wanafanya dhoruba, kwa nini watu wanafanya njama ambazo zitafeli?
Whi gnastiden with teeth hethene men; and puplis thouyten veyn thingis?
2 Wafalme wa nchi kwa pamoja hushikilia misimamo yao na watawala kwa pamoja hufanya njama kinyume na Yahwe na kinyume na Masihi, wakisema,
The kyngis of erthe stoden togidere; and princes camen togidere ayens the Lord, and ayens his Crist?
3 “Ngoja tuzikate pingu walizo tufingia sisi na kuzitupa pingu zao.”
Breke we the bondis of hem; and cast we awei the yok of hem fro vs.
4 Yeye aketie katika mbingu atacheka kwa dharau mbele yao; Bwana atawadhihaki wao.
He that dwellith in heuenes schal scorne hem; and the Lord schal bimowe hem.
5 Kisha ataongea nao katika hasira yake na kuwaogofya kwa gadhabu yake, akisema,
Thanne he schal speke to hem in his ire; and he schal disturble hem in his stronge veniaunce.
6 “Mimi mwenyewe nilimpaka mafuta mfalme wa Sayuni, mlima wangu mtakatifu.”
Forsothe Y am maad of hym a kyng on Syon, his hooli hil; prechynge his comaundement.
7 Nami nitatangaza amri ya Yahwe. Yeye aliniambia, “wewe ni mwanangu! Leo hii nimekuwa baba yako.
The Lord seide to me, Thou art my sone; Y haue gendrid thee to dai.
8 Uniombe, nami nitakupa wewe taifa kwa ajili ya urithi na mikoa ya nchi iliyo bora kwa ajili ya umiliki wako.
Axe thou of me, and Y schal yyue to thee hethene men thin eritage; and thi possessioun the termes of erthe.
9 Wewe utawavunja wao kwa fimbo ya chuma; kama vile mtungi wa mfinyanzi, wewe utawavunja wao vipande vipande.”
Thou schalt gouerne hem in an yrun yerde; and thou schalt breke hem as the vessel of a pottere.
10 Hivyo sasa, ninyi wafalme; mchukue tahadhari; mjirekebishe.
And now, ye kyngis, vndurstonde; ye that demen the erthe, be lerud.
11 Mwabuduni Yahwe kwa hofu na mfurahi mkitetemeka.
Serue ye the Lord with drede; and make ye ful ioye to hym with tremblyng.
12 Mumbusu mwana vinginevyo atawakasirikia, na mtakufa pale pale hasira yake ikiwaka. Ni jinsi gani wamebarikiwa wale wote watafutao usalama ndani yake.
Take ye lore; lest the Lord be wrooth sumtyme, and lest ye perischen fro iust waie. Whanne his `ire brenneth out in schort tyme; blessed ben alle thei, that tristen in hym.
