Psalmi 2

1 Zašto se bune narodi i plemena pomišljaju zaludne stvari?

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

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

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

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

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

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

He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision.

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

Then shall he speak to them in his wrath, and trouble them in his great displeasure.

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

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

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

I will declare the decree: the LORD hath said to me, Thou art my Son; this day have I begotten thee.

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

Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thy inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.

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

Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.

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

Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth.

11 Služite Gospodu sa strahom, i radujte se s trepetom.

Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice with trembling.

12 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!

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