Psalms 2

1 Why do the heathen rage, And the nations meditate a vain thing?

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

2 Why do the kings of the earth rise up, And the princes combine together, Against Jehovah, and against his anointed king?

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

3 “Let us break their bonds asunder; Let us cast away from us their fetters!”

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

4 He that sitteth in heaven will laugh; The Lord will 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 confound them in his hot displeasure.

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

6 “I myself have anointed my king, Upon Zion, my holy hill!”

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

7 I will declare the decree of Jehovah: He hath said to me, “Thou art my son; This day I 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 the nations for thine inheritance, And the ends of the earth for thy possession.

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; Thou shalt 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, therefore, O ye kings! Be admonished, ye rulers of the earth!

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

11 Be subject to Jehovah with awe, And fear with trembling!

tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

12 Kiss the son, lest He be angry, and ye perish in your way; For soon shall his wrath be kindled. Happy are all they who seek refuge in him.

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