Salme 2

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

Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine 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 rulers take counsel together, against the LORD, and against his anointed, [saying],

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 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 shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure.

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

Yet have I set my king upon my holy hill of Zion.

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

I will declare the decree: the LORD hath 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 shall give [thee] the heathen [for] thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts 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,

Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, 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!

Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish [from] the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed [are] all they that put their trust in him.