Saame 2

1 Ko e hā ʻoku matalili ai ʻae hiteni? Pea fakalaulauloto ʻae kakai ki he meʻa noa pē?

Why doe the heathen rage, and the people murmure in vaine?

2 ‌ʻOku tuʻu hake fakataha ʻae ngaahi tuʻi ʻo māmani, pea fakakaukau fakataha ʻae kau pule kia Sihova mo ia kuo ne pani, ʻo pehē,

The Kings of the earth band themselues, and the princes are assembled together against the Lord, and against his Christ.

3 “Ke tau motuhi ʻena ngaahi haʻi pea liʻaki ʻena ngaahi afo ʻiate kitautolu.”

Let vs breake their bands, and cast their cordes from vs.

4 Ko ia ʻoku nofo ʻi he ngaahi langi ʻe kata ia: ʻe manuki ʻa Sihova kiate kinautolu.

But he that dwelleth in the heauen, shall laugh: the Lord shall haue them in derision.

5 Pea te ne toki folofola kiate kinautolu ʻi hono houhau, pea fakamamahiʻi ʻakinautolu ʻi hono tuputāmaki lahi.

Then shall hee speake vnto them in his wrath, and vexe them in his sore displeasure, saying,

6 Ka kuo u fakanofo ʻeku tuʻi ki Saione, ko e moʻunga ʻo ʻeku māʻoniʻoni.

Euen I haue set my King vpon Zion mine holy mountaine.

7 “Te u fakahā ʻae tuʻutuʻuni:” naʻe pehē ʻe Sihova kiate au, “Ko hoku ʻAlo koe kuo u fakatupu koe ʻi he ʻaho ni.

I will declare the decree: that is, the Lord hath said vnto me, Thou art my Sonne: this day haue I begotten thee.

8 Ke ke lea kiate au, pea te u foaki ʻae ngaahi hiteni ko ho tofiʻa, mo e ngaahi ngataʻanga kotoa pē ʻo māmani moʻou.

Aske of me, and I shall giue thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the endes of the earth for thy possession.

9 Te ke maumauʻi ʻakinautolu ʻaki ʻae vaʻa ukamea; pea te ke laiki ke lailai ʻakinautolu ʻo hangē ko e ipu ʻumea.

Thou shalt krush them with a scepter of yron, and breake them in pieces like a potters vessell.

10 Pea ko eni, ke poto ʻakimoutolu ʻae ngaahi tuʻi: pea maʻu ʻae akonaki ʻakimoutolu ʻae kau fakamaau ʻo māmani.

Be wise nowe therefore, ye Kings: be learned ye Iudges of the earth.

11 Tauhi ʻa Sihova ʻi he manavahē, pea fiefia ʻi he tetetete.

Serue the Lord in feare, and reioyce in trembling.

12 ‌ʻUma ki he ʻAlo, telia naʻa houhau ia, pea te mou ʻauha mei he hala, ʻoka tupu siʻi pe hono houhau. ʻOku monūʻia ʻakinautolu kotoa pē ʻoku falala kiate ia.

Kisse the sonne, least he be angry, and ye perish in the way, when his wrath shall suddenly burne. blessed are all that trust in him.