Salme 2

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

Why are the nations in turmoil, and why do the peoples make plots that will fail?

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

The kings of the earth take their stand together and the rulers conspire together against Yahweh and against his Messiah, saying,

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

“Let us tear off the shackles they put on us and throw off their chains.”

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

He who sits in the heavens will sneer at them; the Lord mocks 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 rage, saying,

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

“I myself have anointed 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 announce a decree of Yahweh. He said to me, “You are my son! This day I have become your father.

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

Ask me, and I will give you the nations for your inheritance and the farthermost regions of the earth for your possession.

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

You will break them with an iron rod; like a jar of a potter, you will smash them to pieces.”

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

So now, you kings, be warned; be corrected, you rulers of the earth.

11 tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

Worship Yahweh in 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 or he will be angry with you, and you will die in the way when his anger burns for just a moment. How blessed are all those who seek refuge in him.