Psalmi 2

1 Zašto se bune narodi, zašto puci ludosti snuju?

Why do the heathen rage, And the nations meditate a vain thing?

2 Ustaju kraljevi zemaljski, knezovi se rotÄe protiv Jahve i Pomazanika njegova:

Why do the kings of the earth rise up, And the princes combine together, Against Jehovah, and against his anointed king?

3 “Skršimo okove njihove i jaram njihov zbacimo!”

“Let us break their bonds asunder; Let us cast away from us their fetters!”

4 Smije se onaj što na nebu stoluje, Gospod im se podruguje.

He that sitteth in heaven will laugh; The Lord will have them in derision.

5 Tad im veli u svom gnjevu, žestinom ih on zbunjuje:

Then shall he speak to them in his wrath, And confound them in his hot displeasure.

6 “TÓa ja kralja svog postavih nad Sionom, svojom svetom gorom.”

“I myself have anointed my king, Upon Zion, my holy hill!”

7 Obznanjujem odluku Jahvinu: Gospodin mi reče: “Ti si sin moj, danas te rodih.

I will declare the decree of Jehovah: He hath said to me, “Thou art my son; This day I have begotten thee.

8 Zatraži samo, i dat ću ti puke u baštinu, i u posjed krajeve zemaljske.

Ask of me, and I will give thee the nations for thine inheritance, And the ends of the earth for thy possession.

9 Vladat ćeš njima palicom gvozdenÄom i razbit ih kao sud lončarski.”

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

10 Opametite se sada, vi kraljevi, Urazumite se, suci zemaljski.

Be wise, therefore, O ye kings! Be admonished, ye rulers of the earth!

11 Služite Jahvi sa strahom, s trepetom se pokorite njemu,

Be subject to Jehovah with awe, And fear with trembling!

12 da se ne razgnjevi te ne propadnete na putu, kad uskoro plane srdžba njegova. Blago svima koji se njemu utječu!

Kiss the son, lest He be angry, and ye perish in your way; For soon shall his wrath be kindled. Happy are all they who seek refuge in him.