Salme 2

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

Why are the nations plotting rebellion? The peoples devise schemes, but they're pointless.

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

The kings of the world prepare to attack, and the rulers conspire together against the Lord and his anointed one, saying,

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

“Let's break the chains and throw away the cords that bind us.”

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

But the one who sits enthroned in heaven laughs. The Lord mocks them.

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

He will thunder at them, and terrify them in his fury, saying,

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

“It is I who placed 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 proclaim the Lord's decree,” says the king. “He told 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 me, and I will give you the nations as your possessions—the whole earth will belong to you.

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

You will break them with a rod of iron, smashing them like pottery.’”

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

So then you kings, be wise! Be warned, you rulers of the world!

11 tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

Serve the Lord in reverence, celebrate with trembling!

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

Submit to his son so that he will not become angry and you die suddenly. His anger flares up quickly, but how happy are all those who go to him for protection.