Psalm 2
¶ Wherefore have nations assembled in tumult? Or should, peoples, mutter an empty thing?
2 The kings of earth take their station, and, grave men, have met by appointment together,—against Yahweh, and against his Anointed One saying:
3 Let us break asunder their bonds,—and cast from us their cords!
4 He that sitteth in the heavens, will laugh,—My Lord, will mock at them:
5 Then, will he speak unto them in his anger, and, in his wrath, confound them:
6 Yet, I, have installed my king,—on Zion my holy mountain.
7 ¶ Let me tell of a decree,—Yahweh, hath said unto me, My son, thou art, I, to-day, have begotten thee:
8 Ask of me, and let me give nations as thine inheritance, and, as thy possession, the ends of the earth:
9 Thou shalt shepherd them with a sceptre of iron,—as a potter’s vessel, shalt thou dash them in pieces.
10 ¶ Now, therefore, ye kings, show your prudence, Be admonished, ye judges of earth:
11 Serve Yahweh with reverence, and exult with trembling:
12 Kiss the son, lest he be angry, and ye perish by the way, for soon might be kindled his anger,—How happy are all who seek refuge in him! |
