Psalms 2

1 Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?

Why have nations tumultuously assembled? And do peoples meditate vanity?

2 The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the LORD, and against his anointed, saying,

Station themselves do kings of the earth, And princes have been united together, Against Jehovah, and against His Messiah:

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

'Let us draw off Their cords, And cast from us Their thick bands.'

4 He that sits in the heavens shall laugh: the LORD shall have them in derision.

He who is sitting in the heavens doth laugh, The Lord doth mock at them.

5 Then shall he speak to them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure.

Then doth He speak unto them in His anger, And in His wrath He doth trouble them:

6 Yet have I set my king on my holy hill of Zion.

'And I — I have anointed My King, Upon Zion — My holy hill.'

7 I will declare the decree: the LORD has said to me, You are my Son; this day have I begotten you.

I declare concerning a statute: Jehovah said unto me, 'My Son Thou [art], I to-day have brought thee forth.

8 Ask of me, and I shall give you the heathen for your inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for your possession.

Ask of Me and I give nations — thy inheritance, And thy possession — the ends of earth.

9 You shall break them with a rod of iron; you shall dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.

Thou dost rule them with a sceptre of iron, As a vessel of a potter Thou dost crush them.'

10 Be wise now therefore, O you kings: be instructed, you judges of the earth.

And now, O kings, act wisely, Be instructed, O judges of earth,

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

Serve ye Jehovah with fear, And rejoice with trembling.

12 Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and you perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.

Kiss the Chosen One, lest He be angry, And ye lose the way, When His anger burneth but a little, O the happiness of all trusting in Him!