Salme 2

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

Why do the nations rage, and the peoples plot a vain thing?

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

The kings of the earth take a stand, and the rulers take counsel together, against the LORD, and against his Anointed, saying,

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

“Let’s break their bonds apart, and cast their cords from us.”

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

He who sits in the heavens will laugh. The Lord will have them in derision.

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 wrath:

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

“Yet I have set my King on my holy hill of Zion.”

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

I will tell of the decree: The LORD said to me, “You are my son. Today I have become your father.

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

Ask of me, and I will give the nations for your inheritance, the uttermost parts of the earth for your possession.

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

You shall break them with a rod of iron. You shall dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.”

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

Now therefore be wise, you kings. Be instructed, you judges of the earth.

11 tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

Serve the LORD 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!

Give sincere homage to the Son, lest he be angry, and you perish on the way, for his wrath will soon be kindled. Blessed are all those who take refuge in him.