Psalms 2

1 Why are the nations in an uproar? And why do the peoples mutter in vain?

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

2 The kings of the earth stand up, and the rulers take counsel together, against the LORD, and against His anointed:

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

3 'Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.'

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

4 He that sitteth in heaven laugheth, the Lord hath them in derision.

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

5 Then will He speak unto them in His wrath, and affright them in His sore displeasure:

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

6 'Truly it is I that have established My king upon Zion, My holy mountain.'

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

7 I will tell of the decree: the LORD said unto me: 'Thou art My son, this day have I begotten thee.

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

8 Ask of Me, and I will give the nations for thine inheritance, and the ends of the earth for thy possession.

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

9 Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like 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, O ye kings, be wise; be admonished, ye judges of the earth.

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

11 Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice with trembling.

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

12 Do homage in purity, lest He be angry, and ye perish in the way, when suddenly His wrath is kindled. Happy are all they that take refuge 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.