Salme 2

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

Wherefore do nations rage, and people meditate a vain thing?

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

The kings of the earth raise themselves up, and rulers take counsel together, against the Lord, and against his anointed:

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

“Let us break asunder their bands, and cast away from us their cords.”

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

He who dwelleth in the heavens will laugh: the Lord will hold them in derision.

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

Then will he speak unto them in his anger, and in his displeasure will he terrify them.

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

[Saying, ] Yet have I appointed my king upon Zion my holy mount.

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

I will announce the decree, the Lord hath said unto me, “My son art thou: I have indeed this day begotten thee.

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

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

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

Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; like a potter's vessel shalt thou dash them in pieces.”

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

And now, O ye kings, be wise: take warning, ye 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 forgår! Snart blusset hans Vrede op. Salig hver den, der lider på ham!

Do homage to the son, lest he be angry, and ye be lost on the way; for his wrath is so speedily kindled. Happy are all they that put their trust in him.