Salme 2

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

Why do the heathen rage, And the nations meditate a vain thing?

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

Why do the kings of the earth rise up, And the princes combine together, Against Jehovah, and against his anointed king?

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

“Let us break their bonds asunder; Let us cast away from us their fetters!”

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

He that sitteth in heaven will laugh; The Lord will have them in derision.

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

Then shall he speak to them in his wrath, And confound them in his hot displeasure.

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

“I myself have anointed my king, Upon Zion, my holy hill!”

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

I will declare the decree of Jehovah: He hath said to me, “Thou art my son; This day I have 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 thee 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,

Be wise, therefore, O ye kings! Be admonished, ye rulers of the earth!

11 tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

Be subject to Jehovah with awe, And fear 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 in your way; For soon shall his wrath be kindled. Happy are all they who seek refuge in him.