Psalms 2

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

Zašto se bune narodi i plemena pomišljaju zaludne stvari?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

11 Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice with trembling.

Služite Gospodu sa strahom, i radujte se s trepetom.

12 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.

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!