Psalms 2

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

Why are the nations so violently moved, and why are the thoughts of the people so foolish?

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

The kings of the earth have taken their place, and the rulers are fixed in their purpose, against the Lord, and against the king of his selection, saying,

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

Let their chains be broken, and their cords taken from off us.

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

Then he whose seat is in the heavens will be laughing: the Lord will make sport of them.

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

Then will his angry words come to their ears, and by his wrath they will be troubled:

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

But I have put my king on my holy hill of Zion.

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

I will make clear the Lord's decision: he has said to me, You are my son, this day have I given you being.

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

Make your request to me, and I will give you the nations for your heritage, and the farthest limits of the earth will be under your hand.

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

They will be ruled by you with a rod of iron; they will be broken like a potter's vessel.

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

So now be wise, you kings: take his teaching, you judges of the earth.

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

Give worship to the Lord with fear, kissing his feet and giving him honour,

12 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.

For fear that he may be angry, causing destruction to come on you, because he is quickly moved to wrath. Happy are all those who put their faith in him.