Psalms 2

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

Zakaj hrumé narodi in ljudstva si izmišljajo prazno?

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

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

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

Raztrgajmo njih vezí in sè sebe vrzimo njih debele vrvi!

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

Sedeči v nebesih se smeje; zasmehuje jih Gospod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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