Psalm 2

Why do the heathen nations rage?

And foolish peoples plot in vain?

The kings of earth, they set themselves

In league, their rulers all conspire

Against the LORD, against the King

and his Anointed One, they say,

“Let us asunder, burst their bonds

and cast from us, their cords away!”

He who in heaven sits shall laugh

The Lord, will mock them all to scorn

Then he will speak, in wrath, to them

A terror, he will vex them sore

And say to them, “Yea, as for me,

My King, I’ve set on Zion’s hill”

His sure decree, I will declare

All that the LORD has said to me

“You are my Son, and on this day

I have begotten Thee, and so

Ask me and I will surely make

The nations thine inheritance

The ends of earth, ye shall possess

And ye shall break the kings of men

With iron rod, as potter’s clay

Shall break them into pieces, then!”

Now therefore O ye kings, be wise

Be warned, ye rulers of the earth

Serve thou the LORD, and serve with fear

Rejoice with trembling, fear with mirth.

Kiss ye the Son, lest in his wrath

Ye perish, there, along the way

For quickly kindleth his wrath

But blessed are all who in him stay