Psalms 2

1 Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?

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 the LORD, and against his anointed, saying,

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

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

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

4 He that sits in the heavens shall laugh: the LORD shall have them in derision.

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

5 Then shall he speak to them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure.

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

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

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

7 I will declare the decree: the LORD has said to me, You are my Son; this day have I begotten you.

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

8 Ask of me, and I shall give you the heathen for your inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for your possession.

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

9 You shall break them with a rod of iron; you shall dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.

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

10 Be wise now therefore, O you kings: be instructed, you judges of the earth.

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

11 Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice with trembling.

tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

12 Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and you perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put 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!