Salme 2

1 Hvorfor fnyser Hedninger, hvi pønser Folkefærd på hvad fåfængt er?

Therefore did the heathen rage, and the nations imagine vain things?

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

The kings of the earth stood up, and the rulers gathered themselves together, against the Lord, and against his Christ;

3 "Lad os sprænge deres Bånd og kaste Rebene af os!"

[saying], Let us break through their bonds, and cast away their yoke from us.

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

He that dwells in the heavens shall laugh them to scorn, and the Lord shall mock them.

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

Then shall he speak to them in his anger, and trouble them in his fury.

6 "Jeg har dog indsat min Konge på Zion, mit hellige Bjerg!"

But I have been made king by him on Sion his holy mountain,

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

declaring the ordinance of the Lord: the Lord said to me, You are my Son, today have I begotten you.

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

Ask of me, and I will give you the heathen [for] your inheritance, and the ends of the earth [for] your possession.

9 med Jernspir skal du knuse dem og sønderslå dem som en Pottemagers Kar!"

You shall rule them with a rod of iron; you shall dash them in pieces as a potter's vessel.

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

Now therefore understand, you kings: be instructed, all you that judge the earth.

11 tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice in him with trembling.

12 Kysser Sønnen, at ikke han vredes og I forgår! Snart blusset hans Vrede op. Salig hver den, der lider på ham!

Accept correction, lest at any time the Lord be angry, and you should perish from the righteous way: whenever his wrath shall be suddenly kindled, blessed are all they that trust in him.