Salme 2

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

Why have nations assembled tumultuously? And peoples meditate vanity?

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

Kings of the earth station themselves, and princes have been united together, against YHWH, and against His Messiah:

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

“Let us draw off Their cords, And cast Their thick bands from us.”

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

He who is sitting in the heavens laughs, The Lord mocks at them.

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

Then He speaks to them in His anger, and in His wrath He troubles them:

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

“And I have anointed My King, On Zion—My holy hill.”

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

I declare concerning a statute: YHWH said to me, “You [are] My Son, today I have brought You forth.

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

Ask of Me and I give nations [as] 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 rule them with a scepter of iron, You crush them as a vessel of a potter.”

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

And now, O kings, act wisely, Be instructed, O judges of earth,

11 tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

Serve YHWH 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 Chosen One [[or Son]], lest He is angry, And you perish [from] the way, When His anger burns but a little, O the blessedness of all trusting in Him!