Salme 2

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

Why? do they plot nations and peoples do they devise? vanity.

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

They take their stand - [the] kings of [the] earth and rulers they seat themselves together on Yahweh and on anointed his.

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

Let us tear off fetters their and let us throw away from us ropes their.

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

[the one who] sits In the heavens he laughs [the] Lord he mocks them.

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

Then he speaks to them in anger his and in fury his he terrifies them.

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

And I I have installed king my on Zion [the] mountain of holiness my.

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

I will recount concerning [the] decree of Yahweh he said to me [are] son my you I this day I have begotten you.

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

Ask from me so let me make nations inheritance your and possession your [the] ends of [the] earth.

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

You will break them with a rod of iron like a vessel of a potter you will smash them.

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

And therefore O kings act prudently let yourselves be instructed O rulers of [the] earth.

11 tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

Serve Yahweh 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!

Kiss [the] son lest he should be angry - and you may perish way if it burns like a little anger his how blessed! [are] all [those who] seek refuge in him.