Psalms 2

1 Therefore did the heathen rage, and the nations imagine vain things?

Whi gnastiden with teeth hethene men; and puplis thouyten veyn thingis?

2 The kings of the earth stood up, and the rulers gathered themselves together, against the Lord, and against his Christ;

The kyngis of erthe stoden togidere; and princes camen togidere ayens the Lord, and ayens his Crist?

3 [saying], Let us break through their bonds, and cast away their yoke from us.

Breke we the bondis of hem; and cast we awei the yok of hem fro vs.

4 He that dwells in the heavens shall laugh them to scorn, and the Lord shall mock them.

He that dwellith in heuenes schal scorne hem; and the Lord schal bimowe hem.

5 Then shall he speak to them in his anger, and trouble them in his fury.

Thanne he schal speke to hem in his ire; and he schal disturble hem in his stronge veniaunce.

6 But I have been made king by him on Sion his holy mountain,

Forsothe Y am maad of hym a kyng on Syon, his hooli hil; prechynge his comaundement.

7 declaring the ordinance of the Lord: the Lord said to me, You are my Son, today have I begotten you.

The Lord seide to me, Thou art my sone; Y haue gendrid thee to dai.

8 Ask of me, and I will give you the heathen [for] your inheritance, and the ends of the earth [for] your possession.

Axe thou of me, and Y schal yyue to thee hethene men thin eritage; and thi possessioun the termes of erthe.

9 You shall rule them with a rod of iron; you shall dash them in pieces as a potter's vessel.

Thou schalt gouerne hem in an yrun yerde; and thou schalt breke hem as the vessel of a pottere.

10 Now therefore understand, you kings: be instructed, all you that judge the earth.

And now, ye kyngis, vndurstonde; ye that demen the erthe, be lerud.

11 Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice in him with trembling.

Serue ye the Lord with drede; and make ye ful ioye to hym with tremblyng.

12 Accept correction, lest at any time the Lord be angry, and you should perish from the righteous way: whenever his wrath shall be suddenly kindled, blessed are all they that trust in him.

Take ye lore; lest the Lord be wrooth sumtyme, and lest ye perischen fro iust waie. Whanne his `ire brenneth out in schort tyme; blessed ben alle thei, that tristen in hym.