Salme 2

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

Why doe the heathen rage, and the people murmure in vaine?

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

The Kings of the earth band themselues, and the princes are assembled together against the Lord, and against his Christ.

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

Let vs breake their bands, and cast their cordes from vs.

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

But he that dwelleth in the heauen, shall laugh: the Lord shall haue them in derision.

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

Then shall hee speake vnto them in his wrath, and vexe them in his sore displeasure, saying,

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

Euen I haue set my King vpon Zion mine holy mountaine.

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

I will declare the decree: that is, the Lord hath said vnto me, Thou art my Sonne: this day haue I begotten thee.

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

Aske of me, and I shall giue thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the endes of the earth for thy possession.

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

Thou shalt krush them with a scepter of yron, and breake them in pieces like a potters vessell.

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

Be wise nowe therefore, ye Kings: be learned ye Iudges of the earth.

11 tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

Serue the Lord in feare, and reioyce in trembling.

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

Kisse the sonne, least he be angry, and ye perish in the way, when his wrath shall suddenly burne. blessed are all that trust in him.