Psalms 2
1 Whi gnastiden with teeth hethene men; and puplis thouyten veyn thingis?
Why are the nations in tumultuous agitation, and [why] do the peoples meditate a vain thing?
2 The kyngis of erthe stoden togidere; and princes camen togidere ayens the Lord, and ayens his Crist?
The kings of the earth set themselves, and the princes plot together, against Jehovah and against his anointed:
3 Breke we the bondis of hem; and cast we awei the yok of hem fro vs.
Let us break their bonds asunder, and cast away their cords from us!
4 He that dwellith in heuenes schal scorne hem; and the Lord schal bimowe hem.
He that dwelleth in the heavens shall laugh, the Lord shall have them in derision.
5 Thanne he schal speke to hem in his ire; and he schal disturble hem in his stronge veniaunce.
Then will he speak to them in his anger, and in his fierce displeasure will he terrify them:
6 Forsothe Y am maad of hym a kyng on Syon, his hooli hil; prechynge his comaundement.
And I have anointed my king upon Zion, the hill of my holiness.
7 The Lord seide to me, Thou art my sone; Y haue gendrid thee to dai.
I will declare the decree: Jehovah hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; I this day have begotten thee.
8 Axe thou of me, and Y schal yyue to thee hethene men thin eritage; and thi possessioun the termes of erthe.
Ask of me, and I will give thee nations for an inheritance, and for thy possession the ends of the earth:
9 Thou schalt gouerne hem in an yrun yerde; and thou schalt breke hem as the vessel of a pottere.
Thou shalt break them with a sceptre of iron, as a potter's vessel thou shalt dash them in pieces.
10 And now, ye kyngis, vndurstonde; ye that demen the erthe, be lerud.
And now, O kings, be ye wise, be admonished, ye judges of the earth.
11 Serue ye the Lord with drede; and make ye ful ioye to hym with tremblyng.
Serve Jehovah with fear, and rejoice with trembling.
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.
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, though his anger burn but a little. Blessed are all who have their trust in him.
