Psalms 2

1 Wherefore have nations assembled in tumult? Or should, peoples, mutter an empty thing?

Hvorfor fnyser Hedninger, hvi pønser Folkefærd på hvad fåfængt er?

2 The kings of earth take their station, and, grave men, have met by appointment together, —against Yahweh, and against his Anointed One [saying]:

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

3 Let us break asunder their bonds, —and cast from us their cords!

"Lad os sprænge deres Bånd og kaste Rebene af os!"

4 He that sitteth in the heavens, will laugh, —My Lord, will mock at them:

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

5 Then, will he speak unto them in his anger, and, in his wrath, confound them:

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

6 Yet, I, have installed my king, —on Zion my holy mountain.

"Jeg har dog indsat min Konge på Zion, mit hellige Bjerg!"

7 Let me tell of a decree, —Yahweh, hath said unto me, My son, thou art, I, to-day, 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 let me give nations as thine inheritance, and, as thy possession, the ends of the earth:

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

9 Thou shalt shepherd them with a sceptre of iron, —as a potter’s vessel, shalt thou dash them in pieces.

med Jernspir skal du knuse dem og sønderslå dem som en Pottemagers Kar!"

10 Now, therefore, ye kings, show your prudence, Be admonished, ye judges of earth:

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

11 Serve Yahweh with reverence, and exult with trembling:

tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

12 Kiss the son, lest he be angry, and ye perish by the way, for soon might be kindled his anger, —How happy are all who seek refuge in him!

Kysser Sønnen, at ikke han vredes og I forgår! Snart blusset hans Vrede op. Salig hver den, der lider på ham!