< Psalms 2 >

1 Wherefore do nations rage, and people meditate a vain thing?
Hvorfor fnyser Hedninger, hvi pønser Folkefærd paa, hvad faafængt er?
2 The kings of the earth raise themselves up, and rulers take counsel together, against the Lord, and against his anointed:
Jordens Konger rejser sig, Fyrster samles til Raad mod HERREN og mod hans Salvede:
3 “Let us break asunder their bands, and cast away from us their cords.”
»Lad os sprænge deres Baand og kaste Rebene af os!«
4 He who dwelleth in the heavens will laugh: the Lord will hold them in derision.
Han, som troner i Himlen, ler, Herren, han spotter dem.
5 Then will he speak unto them in his anger, and in his displeasure will he terrify them.
Saa taler han til dem i Vrede, forfærder dem i sin Harme:
6 [Saying, ] Yet have I appointed my king upon Zion my holy mount.
»Jeg har dog indsat min Konge paa Zion, mit hellige Bjerg!«
7 I will announce the decree, the Lord hath said unto me, “My son art thou: I have indeed this day begotten thee.
Jeg kundgør HERRENS Tilsagn. Han sagde til mig: »Du er min Søn, jeg har født dig i Dag!
8 Ask it of me, and I will give thee nations for an inheritance, and for thy possession the uttermost 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 rod of iron; like a potter's vessel shalt thou dash them in pieces.”
med Jernspir skal du knuse dem og sønderslaa dem som en Pottemagers Kar!«
10 And now, O ye kings, be wise: take warning, ye 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 Do homage to the son, lest he be angry, and ye be lost on the way; for his wrath is so speedily kindled. Happy 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!

< Psalms 2 >