Psalms 2

1 Why have nations tumultuously assembled? And do peoples meditate vanity?

Zašto se bune narodi i plemena pomišljaju zaludne stvari?

2 Station themselves do kings of the earth, And princes have been united together, Against Jehovah, and against His Messiah:

Ustaju carevi zemaljski, i knezovi se skupljaju na Gospoda i na pomazanika njegova.

3 'Let us draw off Their cords, And cast from us Their thick bands.'

“Raskinimo sveze njihove i zbacimo sa sebe jaram njihov.”

4 He who is sitting in the heavens doth laugh, The Lord doth mock at them.

Onaj, što živi na nebesima, smije se, Gospod im se potsmijeva.

5 Then doth He speak unto them in His anger, And in His wrath He doth trouble them:

Pa im govori u gnjevu svojem i jarošæu svojom zbunjuje ih:

6 'And I — I have anointed My King, Upon Zion — My holy hill.'

“Ja sam pomazao cara svojega na Sionu, na svetoj gori svojoj.”

7 I declare concerning a statute: Jehovah said unto me, 'My Son Thou [art], I to-day have brought thee forth.

Kazaæu naredbu Gospodnju; on reèe meni: “ti si sin moj, ja te sad rodih.

8 Ask of Me and I give nations — thy inheritance, And thy possession — the ends of earth.

Išti u mene, i daæu ti narode u našljedstvo, i krajeve zemaljske tebi u državu.

9 Thou dost rule them with a sceptre of iron, As a vessel of a potter Thou dost crush them.'

Udariæeš ih gvozdenom palicom; razbiæeš ih kao lonèarski sud.”

10 And now, O kings, act wisely, Be instructed, O judges of earth,

Sad, carevi, orazumite se; nauèite se sudije zemaljske!

11 Serve ye Jehovah with fear, And rejoice with trembling.

Služite Gospodu sa strahom, i radujte se s trepetom.

12 Kiss the Chosen One, lest He be angry, And ye lose the way, When His anger burneth but a little, O the happiness of all trusting in Him!

Poštujte sina, da se ne razgnjevi, i vi ne izginete na putu svome; jer æe se gnjev njegov brzo razgorjeti. Blago svjema koji se u nj uzdaju!