Salme 2

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

Why have the Gentiles raged, and the people devised 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 princes met together, against the Lord and against his Christ.

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

Let us break their bonds asunder: and let us cast away their yoke from us.

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

He that dwelleth in heaven shall laugh at them: and the Lord shall deride 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 rage.

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

But I am appointed king by him over Sion his holy mountain, preaching his commandment.

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

The Lord hath said to me: Thou art my son, this 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 Gentiles for thy inheritance, and the utmost parts 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, and shalt break them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.

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

And now, O ye kings, understand: receive instruction, you that judge the earth.

11 tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

Serve ye the Lord with fear: and rejoice unto 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!

Embrace discipline, lest at any time the Lord be angry, and you perish from the just way. When his wrath shall be kindled in a short time, blessed are all they that trust in him.