< Salme 2 >
1 Hvorfor fnyser Hedninger, hvi pønser Folkefærd paa, hvad faafængt er?
Why are the nations in tumultuous agitation, and [why] do the peoples meditate a vain thing?
2 Jordens Konger rejser sig, Fyrster samles til Raad mod HERREN og mod hans Salvede:
The kings of the earth set themselves, and the princes plot together, against Jehovah and against his anointed:
3 »Lad os sprænge deres Baand og kaste Rebene af os!«
Let us break their bonds asunder, and cast away their cords from us!
4 Han, som troner i Himlen, ler, Herren, han spotter dem.
He that dwelleth in the heavens shall laugh, the Lord shall have them in derision.
5 Saa taler han til dem i Vrede, forfærder dem i sin Harme:
Then will he speak to them in his anger, and in his fierce displeasure will he terrify them:
6 »Jeg har dog indsat min Konge paa Zion, mit hellige Bjerg!«
And I have anointed my king upon Zion, the hill of my holiness.
7 Jeg kundgør HERRENS Tilsagn. Han sagde til mig: »Du er min Søn, jeg har født dig i Dag!
I will declare the decree: Jehovah hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; I this day have 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 nations for an inheritance, and for thy possession the ends of the earth:
9 med Jernspir skal du knuse dem og sønderslaa dem som en Pottemagers Kar!«
Thou shalt break them with a sceptre of iron, as a potter's vessel thou shalt dash them in pieces.
10 Og nu, I Konger, vær kloge, lad eder raade, I Jordens Dommere,
And now, O kings, be ye wise, be admonished, ye judges of the earth.
11 tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!
Serve Jehovah with fear, and rejoice with trembling.
12 Kysser Sønnen, at ikke han vredes og I forgaar! Snart blusser hans Vrede op. Salig hver den, der lider paa ham!
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, though his anger burn but a little. Blessed are all who have their trust in him.