Psalms 2

1 Why do the nations rage, and the peoples meditate vain things?

Hvorfor fnyser Hedninger, hvi pønser Folkefærd paa, hvad faafængt er?

2 The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against Jehovah, and against his anointed, saying,

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

3 Let us break their bonds apart, and cast away their cords from us.

»Lad os sprænge deres Baand og kaste Rebene af os!«

4 He who sits in the heavens will laugh. The Lord will have them in derision.

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

5 Then he will speak to them in his wrath, and vex them in his great displeasure.

Saa taler han til dem i Vrede, forfærder dem i sin Harme:

6 Yet I have set my king upon my holy hill of Zion.

»Jeg har dog indsat min Konge paa Zion, mit hellige Bjerg!«

7 I will tell of the decree. Jehovah said to me, Thou are my Son, this day I have begotten thee.

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

8 Ask of me, and I will give thee the nations for thine inheritance, and the outermost parts of the earth for thy possession.

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

9 Thou shall break them with a rod of iron, thou shall dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel.

med Jernspir skal du knuse dem og sønderslaa dem som en Pottemagers Kar!«

10 Now therefore be wise, O ye kings. Be instructed, ye judges of the earth.

Og nu, I Konger, vær kloge, lad eder raade, I Jordens Dommere,

11 Serve Jehovah with fear, and rejoice with trembling.

tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

12 Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, for his wrath will soon be kindled. Blessed are all those who take refuge in him.

Kysser Sønnen, at ikke han vredes og I forgaar! Snart blusser hans Vrede op. Salig hver den, der lider paa ham!