Salme 2

1 Hvorfor fnyse Hedningerne, og grunde Folkene paa Forfængelighed?

Why have nations assembled tumultuously? And peoples meditate vanity?

2 Jordens Konger rejse sig, og Fyrsterne raadslaa tilsammen imod Herren og imod hans salvede:

Kings of the earth station themselves, and princes have been united together, against YHWH, and against His Messiah:

3 „Lader os sønderrive deres Baand og kaste deres Reb af os!‟

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

4 Han, som bor i Himlene, ler; Herren spotter dem.

He who is sitting in the heavens laughs, The Lord mocks at them.

5 Da skal han tale til dem i sin Vrede og forfærde dem i sin Harme:

Then He speaks to them in His anger, and in His wrath He troubles them:

6 „Jeg har dog indsat min Konge over Zion, mit hellige Bjerg.‟

“And I have anointed My King, On Zion—My holy hill.”

7 Jeg vil fortælle om et beskikket Raad; Herren sagde til mig: Du er min Søn; jeg fødte dig i Dag.

I declare concerning a statute: YHWH said to me, “You [are] My Son, today I have brought You forth.

8 Begær af mig, saa vil jeg give dig Hedningerne til din Arv og Jordens Grænser til din Ejendom.

Ask of Me and I give nations [as] Your inheritance, And the ends of the earth [for] Your possession.

9 Du skal sønderslaa dem med et Jernspir, ligesom Pottemagerkar skal du sønderbryde dem.

You rule them with a scepter of iron, You crush them as a vessel of a potter.”

10 Og nu, I Konger, handler klogelig! lader eder undervise, I Dommere paa Jorden!

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

11 Tjener Herren med Frygt og fryder eder med Bæven!

Serve YHWH with fear, And rejoice with trembling.

12 Kysser Sønnen, at han ikke bliver vred, og I skulle omkomme paa Vejen; thi om et lidet vil hans Vrede optændes; salige alle de, som forlade sig paa ham!

Kiss the Chosen One [[or Son]], lest He is angry, And you perish [from] the way, When His anger burns but a little, O the blessedness of all trusting in Him!