Salme 2

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

Why are the nations in tumultuous agitation, and [why] do the peoples meditate a vain thing?

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

The kings of the earth set themselves, and the princes plot together, against Jehovah and against his anointed:

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

Let us break their bonds asunder, and cast away their cords from us!

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

He that dwelleth in the heavens shall laugh, the Lord shall have them in derision.

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

Then will he speak to them in his anger, and in his fierce displeasure will he terrify them:

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

And I have anointed my king upon Zion, the hill of my holiness.

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

I will declare the decree: Jehovah hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; I this day have begotten thee.

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

Ask of me, and I will give thee nations for an inheritance, and for thy possession the ends of the earth:

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

Thou shalt break them with a sceptre of iron, as a potter's vessel thou shalt dash them in pieces.

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

And now, O kings, be ye wise, be admonished, ye judges of the earth.

11 tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

Serve Jehovah with fear, and rejoice with trembling.

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

Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, though his anger burn but a little. Blessed are all who have their trust in him.