Salme 2

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

Why are the nations in an uproar? And why do the peoples mutter in vain?

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

The kings of the earth stand up, and the rulers take counsel together, against the LORD, and against His anointed:

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

'Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.'

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

He that sitteth in heaven laugheth, the Lord hath them in derision.

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

Then will He speak unto them in His wrath, and affright them in His sore displeasure:

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

'Truly it is I that have established My king upon Zion, My holy mountain.'

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

I will tell of the decree: the LORD said unto 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 the nations 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 break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel.'

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

Now therefore, O ye kings, be wise; be admonished, ye judges of the earth.

11 tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

Serve the LORD 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!

Do homage in purity, lest He be angry, and ye perish in the way, when suddenly His wrath is kindled. Happy are all they that take refuge in Him.