Psalmi 2

1 Zašto se bune narodi, zašto puci ludosti snuju?

Why have nations tumultuously assembled? And do peoples meditate vanity?

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

Station themselves do kings of the earth, And princes have been united together, Against Jehovah, and against His Messiah:

3 “Skršimo okove njihove i jaram njihov zbacimo!”

'Let us draw off Their cords, And cast from us Their thick bands.'

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

He who is sitting in the heavens doth laugh, The Lord doth mock at them.

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

Then doth He speak unto them in His anger, And in His wrath He doth trouble them:

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

'And I — I have anointed My King, Upon Zion — My holy hill.'

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

I declare concerning a statute: Jehovah said unto me, 'My Son Thou [art], I to-day have brought thee forth.

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

Ask of Me and I give nations — thy inheritance, And thy possession — the ends of earth.

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

Thou dost rule them with a sceptre of iron, As a vessel of a potter Thou dost crush them.'

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

And now, O kings, act wisely, Be instructed, O judges of earth,

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

Serve ye Jehovah with fear, And rejoice 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 Chosen One, lest He be angry, And ye lose the way, When His anger burneth but a little, O the happiness of all trusting in Him!