Salme 2

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

Why do the nations rage, and the peoples plot in vain?

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

The kings of the earth take a stand, and the rulers take counsel together, against Jehovah, and against his Anointed:

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

"Let's tear off their shackles, and throw off their ropes from us."

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

The one who sits in the heavens laughs. Jehovah scoffs at them.

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

Then he will speak to them in his anger, and terrify them in his wrath:

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

"But I myself have installed my king on 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. Jehovah said to me, "You are my son. Today I have become your father.

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 as your inheritance, and the farthest parts of the earth for your possession.

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

You shall rule them with an iron scepter. You shall dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel."

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

Now therefore, you kings, be wise; receive correction, you judges of the earth.

11 tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

Serve Jehovah 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 you perish in the way, when his anger is suddenly kindled. Blessed are all those who take refuge in him.