Salme 2
1 Hvorfor fnyser Hedninger, hvi pønser Folkefærd paa, hvad faafængt er?
Why are the nations so violently moved, and why are the thoughts of the people so foolish?
2 Jordens Konger rejser sig, Fyrster samles til Raad mod HERREN og mod hans Salvede:
The kings of the earth have taken their place, and the rulers are fixed in their purpose, against the Lord, and against the king of his selection, saying,
3 »Lad os sprænge deres Baand og kaste Rebene af os!«
Let their chains be broken, and their cords taken from off us.
4 Han, som troner i Himlen, ler, Herren, han spotter dem.
Then he whose seat is in the heavens will be laughing: the Lord will make sport of them.
5 Saa taler han til dem i Vrede, forfærder dem i sin Harme:
Then will his angry words come to their ears, and by his wrath they will be troubled:
6 »Jeg har dog indsat min Konge paa Zion, mit hellige Bjerg!«
But I have put my king on my holy hill of Zion.
7 Jeg kundgør HERRENS Tilsagn. Han sagde til mig: »Du er min Søn, jeg har født dig i Dag!
I will make clear the Lord's decision: he has said to me, You are my son, this day have I given you being.
8 Bed mig, og jeg giver dig Hedningefolk til Arv og den vide Jord i Eje;
Make your request to me, and I will give you the nations for your heritage, and the farthest limits of the earth will be under your hand.
9 med Jernspir skal du knuse dem og sønderslaa dem som en Pottemagers Kar!«
They will be ruled by you with a rod of iron; they will be broken like a potter's vessel.
10 Og nu, I Konger, vær kloge, lad eder raade, I Jordens Dommere,
So now be wise, you kings: take his teaching, you judges of the earth.
11 tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!
Give worship to the Lord with fear, kissing his feet and giving him honour,
12 Kysser Sønnen, at ikke han vredes og I forgaar! Snart blusser hans Vrede op. Salig hver den, der lider paa ham!
For fear that he may be angry, causing destruction to come on you, because he is quickly moved to wrath. Happy are all those who put their faith in him.
