Psalms 2

1 Why do the heathen rage, And the nations meditate a vain thing?

2 Why do the kings of the earth rise up, And the princes combine together, Against Jehovah, and against his anointed king?

3 “Let us break their bonds asunder; Let us cast away from us their fetters!”

4 He that sitteth in heaven will laugh; The Lord will have them in derision.

5 Then shall he speak to them in his wrath, And confound them in his hot displeasure.

6 “I myself have anointed my king, Upon Zion, my holy hill!”

7 I will declare the decree of Jehovah: He hath said to me, “Thou art my son; This day I have begotten thee.

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

9 Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; Thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel.”

10 Be wise, therefore, O ye kings! Be admonished, ye rulers of the earth!

11 Be subject to Jehovah with awe, And fear with trembling!

12 Kiss the son, lest He be angry, and ye perish in your way; For soon shall his wrath be kindled. Happy are all they who seek refuge in him.