Psalms 2
1 Why have nations assembled tumultuously? And peoples meditate vanity?
Whi gnastiden with teeth hethene men; and puplis thouyten veyn thingis?
2 Kings of the earth station themselves, and princes have been united together, against YHWH, and against His Messiah:
The kyngis of erthe stoden togidere; and princes camen togidere ayens the Lord, and ayens his Crist?
3 “Let us draw off Their cords, And cast Their thick bands from us.”
Breke we the bondis of hem; and cast we awei the yok of hem fro vs.
4 He who is sitting in the heavens laughs, The Lord mocks at them.
He that dwellith in heuenes schal scorne hem; and the Lord schal bimowe hem.
5 Then He speaks to them in His anger, and in His wrath He troubles them:
Thanne he schal speke to hem in his ire; and he schal disturble hem in his stronge veniaunce.
6 “And I have anointed My King, On Zion—My holy hill.”
Forsothe Y am maad of hym a kyng on Syon, his hooli hil; prechynge his comaundement.
7 I declare concerning a statute: YHWH said to me, “You [are] My Son, today I have brought You forth.
The Lord seide to me, Thou art my sone; Y haue gendrid thee to dai.
8 Ask of Me and I give nations [as] 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 rule them with a scepter of iron, You crush them as a vessel of a potter.”
Thou schalt gouerne hem in an yrun yerde; and thou schalt breke hem as the vessel of a pottere.
10 And now, O kings, act wisely, Be instructed, O judges of earth,
And now, ye kyngis, vndurstonde; ye that demen the erthe, be lerud.
11 Serve YHWH with fear, And rejoice with trembling.
Serue ye the Lord with drede; and make ye ful ioye to hym with tremblyng.
12 Kiss the Chosen One [[or Son]], lest He is angry, And you perish [from] the way, When His anger burns but a little, O the blessedness of all trusting 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.
