< Salme 2 >

1 Hvorfor fnyser Hedninger, hvi pønser Folkefærd paa, hvad faafængt er?
Wherefore have nations assembled in tumult? Or should, peoples, mutter an empty thing?
2 Jordens Konger rejser sig, Fyrster samles til Raad mod HERREN og mod hans Salvede:
The kings of earth take their station, and, grave men, have met by appointment together, —against Yahweh, and against his Anointed One [saying]:
3 »Lad os sprænge deres Baand og kaste Rebene af os!«
Let us break asunder their bonds, —and cast from us their cords!
4 Han, som troner i Himlen, ler, Herren, han spotter dem.
He that sitteth in the heavens, will laugh, —My Lord, will mock at them:
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 wrath, confound them:
6 »Jeg har dog indsat min Konge paa Zion, mit hellige Bjerg!«
Yet, I, 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!
Let me tell of a decree, —Yahweh, hath said unto me, My son, thou art, I, to-day, have begotten thee:
8 Bed mig, og jeg giver dig Hedningefolk til Arv og den vide Jord i Eje;
Ask of me, and let me give nations as thine inheritance, and, as thy possession, the ends of the earth:
9 med Jernspir skal du knuse dem og sønderslaa dem som en Pottemagers Kar!«
Thou shalt shepherd them with a sceptre of iron, —as a potter’s vessel, shalt thou dash them in pieces.
10 Og nu, I Konger, vær kloge, lad eder raade, I Jordens Dommere,
Now, therefore, ye kings, show your prudence, Be admonished, ye judges of earth:
11 tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!
Serve Yahweh with reverence, and exult 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 by the way, for soon might be kindled his anger, —How happy are all who seek refuge in him!

< Salme 2 >