Psalms 2

1 Why have nations tumultuously assembled? And do peoples meditate vanity?

Why this turmoil of nations, this futile plotting of peoples,

2 Station themselves do kings of the earth, And princes have been united together, Against Jehovah, and against His Messiah:

with kings of the earth conspiring, and rulers consulting together, against the Lord and against his anointed,

3 'Let us draw off Their cords, And cast from us Their thick bands.'

to snap their bonds and fling their cords away?

4 He who is sitting in the heavens doth laugh, The Lord doth mock at them.

He whose throne is in heaven laughs, the Lord mocks them.

5 Then doth He speak unto them in His anger, And in His wrath He doth trouble them:

Then he speaks to them in his wrath, and in his hot anger confounds them.

6 'And I — I have anointed My King, Upon Zion — My holy hill.'

‘This my king is installed by me, on Zion my holy mountain.’

7 I declare concerning a statute: Jehovah said unto me, 'My Son Thou [art], I to-day have brought thee forth.

I will tell of the Lord’s decree. He said to me: ‘You are my son, this day I became your father.

8 Ask of Me and I give nations — thy inheritance, And thy possession — the ends of earth.

Only ask, and I make you the heir of the nations, and lord of the world to its utmost bounds.

9 Thou dost rule them with a sceptre of iron, As a vessel of a potter Thou dost crush them.'

You will break them with sceptre of iron, shatter them like pottery.’

10 And now, O kings, act wisely, Be instructed, O judges of earth,

So now, you kings, be wise: be warned, you rulers of earth.

11 Serve ye Jehovah with fear, And rejoice with trembling.

Serve the Lord in awe, kiss his feet with trembling,

12 Kiss the Chosen One, lest He be angry, And ye lose the way, When His anger burneth but a little, O the happiness of all trusting in Him!

lest, angry, he hurl you to ruin; for soon will his fury blaze. Happy all who take refuge in him.