Salme 2

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

Why this turmoil of nations, this futile plotting of peoples,

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

with kings of the earth conspiring, and rulers consulting together, against the Lord and against his anointed,

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

to snap their bonds and fling their cords away?

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

He whose throne is in heaven laughs, the Lord mocks them.

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

Then he speaks to them in his wrath, and in his hot anger confounds them.

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

“This my king is installed by me, 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 Lord’s decree. He said to me: “You are my son, this day I became your father.

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

Only ask, and I make you the heir of the nations, and lord of the world to its utmost bounds.

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

You will break them with sceptre of iron, shatter them like pottery.”

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

So now, you kings, be wise: be warned, you rulers of earth.

11 tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

Serve the Lord in awe, kiss his feet with trembling,

12 Kysser Sønnen, at ikke han vredes og I forgaar! Snart blusser hans Vrede op. Salig hver den, der lider paa ham!

lest, angry, he hurl you to ruin; for soon will his fury blaze. Happy all who take refuge in him.