Psalms 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

7 I will declare the decree: Jehovah hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; I this day 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 nations for an inheritance, and for thy possession the ends of the earth:

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

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

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

10 And now, O kings, be ye wise, be admonished, 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, though his anger burn but a little. Blessed are all who have their trust in him.

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