Psalms 2

1 Why doe the heathen rage, and the people murmure in vaine?

Zakaj hrumé narodi in ljudstva si izmišljajo prazno?

2 The Kings of the earth band themselues, and the princes are assembled together against the Lord, and against his Christ.

Zemlje kralji vstajajo in prvaki se posvetujejo skupaj zoper Gospoda in zoper maziljenca njegovega:

3 Let vs breake their bands, and cast their cordes from vs.

Raztrgajmo njih vezí in sè sebe vrzimo njih debele vrvi!

4 But he that dwelleth in the heauen, shall laugh: the Lord shall haue them in derision.

Sedeči v nebesih se smeje; zasmehuje jih Gospod.

5 Then shall hee speake vnto them in his wrath, and vexe them in his sore displeasure, saying,

Tedaj jih ogovorí v jezi svoji, in v srdu svojem jih prestraši:

6 Euen I haue set my King vpon Zion mine holy mountaine.

Saj sem jaz pomazilil kralja svojega ter postavil čez Sijon, gôro svetosti svoje.

7 I will declare the decree: that is, the Lord hath said vnto me, Thou art my Sonne: this day haue I begotten thee.

Oznanim naj sklep: Gospod mi je rekel: Sin si moj, jaz sem te danes rodil.

8 Aske of me, and I shall giue thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the endes of the earth for thy possession.

Prosi me, in narode ti dam v posest in kraje zemlje v pravico posesti tvoje.

9 Thou shalt krush them with a scepter of yron, and breake them in pieces like a potters vessell.

Zdrobiš jih s šibo železno; kakor prsteno posodo jih razsuješ.

10 Be wise nowe therefore, ye Kings: be learned ye Iudges of the earth.

Zdaj torej, kralji, poslušajte; poduk sprejmite, o zemlje sodniki!

11 Serue the Lord in feare, and reioyce in trembling.

V svetem strahu služite Gospodu, in radujte se v trepetu!

12 Kisse the sonne, least he be angry, and ye perish in the way, when his wrath shall suddenly burne. blessed are all that trust in him.

Poljubite Sina, da se ne razsrdi in ne poginete na potu, ako se le kolikaj razvname jeza njegova; blagor vsem, kateri pribegajo do njega.