Psalms 2
1 Èéṣe tí àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè fi ń dìtẹ̀, àti tí àwọn ènìyàn ń ṣe rìkíṣí asán?
Wherefore have nations assembled in tumult? Or should, peoples, mutter an empty thing?
2 Àwọn ọba ayé péjọpọ̀ àti àwọn ìjòyè gbìmọ̀ pọ̀ sí Olúwa àti sí ẹni àmì òróró rẹ̀.
The kings of earth take their station, and, grave men, have met by appointment together, —against Yahweh, and against his Anointed One [saying]:
3 Wọ́n sọ pé, “Ẹ jẹ́ kí a fa ẹ̀wọ̀n wọn já, kí a sì ju ṣẹ́kẹ́ṣẹkẹ̀ wọn nù.”
Let us break asunder their bonds, —and cast from us their cords!
4 Ẹni tí ó gúnwà lórí ìtẹ́ lọ́run rẹ́rìn-ín; Olúwa fi wọ́n rẹ́rìn-ín ẹlẹ́yà.
He that sitteth in the heavens, will laugh, —My Lord, will mock at them:
5 Nígbà náà ni yóò bá wọn wí ní ìbínú rẹ̀ yóò sì dẹ́rùbà wọ́n ní ìrunú rẹ̀, ó wí pé,
Then, will he speak unto them in his anger, and, in his wrath, confound them:
6 “Èmi ti fi ọba mi sí ipò lórí Sioni, òkè mímọ́ mi.”
Yet, I, have installed my king, —on Zion my holy mountain.
7 Èmi yóò sì kéde ìpinnu Olúwa: Ó sọ fún mi pé, “Ìwọ ni ọmọ mi; lónìí, èmi ti di baba rẹ.
Let me tell of a decree, —Yahweh, hath said unto me, My son, thou art, I, to-day, have begotten thee:
8 Béèrè lọ́wọ́ mi, Èmi yóò jẹ́ kí orílẹ̀-èdè di ìní rẹ, òpin ilé ayé yóò sì jẹ́ ogún rẹ.
Ask of me, and let me give nations as thine inheritance, and, as thy possession, the ends of the earth:
9 Ìwọ yóò fi ọ̀pá irin ṣe àkóso wọn ìwọ yóò sì rún wọn wómúwómú bí ìkòkò amọ̀.”
Thou shalt shepherd them with a sceptre of iron, —as a potter’s vessel, shalt thou dash them in pieces.
10 Nítorí náà, ẹ̀yin ọba, ẹ jẹ́ ọlọ́gbọ́n; ẹ gbọ́ ìkìlọ̀ ẹ̀yin alákòóso ayé.
Now, therefore, ye kings, show your prudence, Be admonished, ye judges of earth:
11 Ẹ sin Olúwa pẹ̀lú ìbẹ̀rù ẹ sì máa yọ̀ pẹ̀lú ìwárìrì.
Serve Yahweh with reverence, and exult with trembling:
12 Fi ẹnu ko ọmọ náà ní ẹnu, kí ó má ba à bínú, kí ó má ba à pa yín run ní ọ̀nà yín, nítorí ìbínú rẹ̀ lè ru sókè ní ẹ̀ẹ̀kan. Ìbùkún ni fún gbogbo àwọn tí ó fi í ṣe ibi ìsádi wọn.
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!
