Salme 2

1 Hvorfor fnyser Hedninger, hvi pønser Folkefærd paa, hvad faafængt er?

Wherefore did the heathen rage, and the nations imagine vain things?

2 Jordens Konger rejser sig, Fyrster samles til Raad mod HERREN og mod hans Salvede:

The kings of the earth stood up, and the rulers gathered themselves together, against the Lord, and against his Christ;

3 »Lad os sprænge deres Baand og kaste Rebene af os!«

[saying], Let us break through their bonds, and cast away their yoke from us.

4 Han, som troner i Himlen, ler, Herren, han spotter dem.

He that dwells in the heavens shall laugh them to scorn, and the Lord shall mock them.

5 Saa taler han til dem i Vrede, forfærder dem i sin Harme:

Then shall he speak to them in his anger, and trouble them in his fury.

6 »Jeg har dog indsat min Konge paa Zion, mit hellige Bjerg!«

But I have been made king by him on Sion his holy mountain,

7 Jeg kundgør HERRENS Tilsagn. Han sagde til mig: »Du er min Søn, jeg har født dig i Dag!

declaring the ordinance of the Lord: the Lord said to me, Thou art my Son, to-day have I begotten thee.

8 Bed mig, og jeg giver dig Hedningefolk til Arv og den vide Jord i Eje;

Ask of me, and I will give thee the heathen [for] thine inheritance, and the ends of the earth [for] thy possession.

9 med Jernspir skal du knuse dem og sønderslaa dem som en Pottemagers Kar!«

Thou shalt rule them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces as a potter's vessel.

10 Og nu, I Konger, vær kloge, lad eder raade, I Jordens Dommere,

Now therefore understand, ye kings: be instructed, all ye that judge the earth.

11 tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice in him with trembling.

12 Kysser Sønnen, at ikke han vredes og I forgaar! Snart blusser hans Vrede op. Salig hver den, der lider paa ham!

Accept correction, lest at any time the Lord be angry, and ye should perish from the righteous way: whensoever his wrath shall be suddenly kindled, blessed are all they that trust in him.