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