Psalms 2

1 Why? do they plot nations and peoples do they devise? vanity.

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

2 They take their stand - [the] kings of [the] earth and rulers they seat themselves together on Yahweh and on anointed his.

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

3 Let us tear off fetters their and let us throw away from us ropes their.

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

4 [the one who] sits In the heavens he laughs [the] Lord he mocks them.

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

5 Then he speaks to them in anger his and in fury his he terrifies them.

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

6 And I I have installed king my on Zion [the] mountain of holiness my.

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

7 I will recount concerning [the] decree of Yahweh he said to me [are] son my you I this day I have begotten you.

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

8 Ask from me so let me make nations inheritance your and possession your [the] ends of [the] earth.

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

9 You will break them with a rod of iron like a vessel of a potter you will smash them.

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

10 And therefore O kings act prudently let yourselves be instructed O rulers of [the] earth.

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

11 Serve Yahweh with fear and rejoice with trembling.

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

12 Kiss [the] son lest he should be angry - and you may perish way if it burns like a little anger his how blessed! [are] all [those who] seek 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.