Psalm 2 Quare fremuerunt gentes?
WHY do the heathen so furiously rage together? * and why do the people imagine a vain thing?
2The kings of the earth stand up, and the rulers take counsel together * against the LORD, and against his Anointed:
3Let us break their bonds asunder, * and cast away their cords from us.
4He that dwelleth in heaven shall laugh them to scorn: * the Lord shall have them in derision.
5Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, * and vex them in his sore displeasure:
6Yet have I set my King * upon my holy hill of Sion.
7I will rehearse the decree; * the LORD hath said unto me, Thou art my Son, this day have I begotten thee.
8Desire of me, and I shall give thee the nations for thine inheritance, * and the utmost parts of the earth for thy possession.
9Thou shalt bruise them with a rod of iron, * and break them in pieces like a potter's vessel.
10Be wise now therefore, O ye kings; * be instructed, ye that are judges of the earth.
11Serve the LORD in fear, * and rejoice unto him with reverence.
12Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and so ye perish from the right way, if his wrath be kindled, yea but a little. * Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.