¹Hvorfor fnyser Hedninger, hvi pønser Folkefærd på hvad fåfængt er?

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

²Jordens Konger rejser sig, Fyrster samles til Råd mod HERREN og mod hans Salvede:

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

³"Lad os sprænge deres Bånd og kaste Rebene af os!"

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

⁴Han, som troner i Himlen, ler, Herren, han spotter dem.

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

⁵Så taler han til dem i Vrede, forfærder dem i sin Harme:

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

⁶"Jeg har dog indsat min Konge på Zion, mit hellige Bjerg!"

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

⁷Jeg kundgør HERRENs Tilsagn. Han sagde til mig: "Du er min Søn, jeg har født dig i Dag!

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

⁸Bed mig, og jeg giver dig Hedningefolk til Arv og den vide Jord i Eje;

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

⁹med Jernspir skal du knuse dem og sønderslå dem som en Pottemagers Kar!"

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

¹⁰Og nu, I Konger, vær kloge, lad eder råde, I Jordens Dommere,

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

¹¹tjener HERREN i Frygt, fryd jer med Bæven!

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

¹²Kysser Sønnen, at ikke han vredes og I forgår! Snart blusset hans Vrede op. Salig hver den, der lider på ham!

¹²Kiss 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!