Salme 2

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

Wherefore do nations rage, and people meditate a vain thing?

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

The kings of the earth raise themselves up, and 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 asunder their bands, and cast away from us their cords.”

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

He who dwelleth in the heavens will laugh: the Lord will hold them in derision.

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

Then will he speak unto them in his anger, and in his displeasure will he terrify them.

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

[Saying, ] Yet have I appointed my king upon Zion my holy mount.

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

I will announce the decree, the Lord hath said unto me, “My son art thou: I have indeed this day begotten thee.

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

Ask it of me, and I will give thee nations for an inheritance, and for thy possession the uttermost ends of the earth.

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

Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; like a potter's vessel shalt thou dash them in pieces.”

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

And now, O ye kings, be wise: take warning, 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 to the son, lest he be angry, and ye be lost on the way; for his wrath is so speedily kindled. Happy are all they that put their trust in him.