Psalmorum 2
1 Quare fremuerunt Gentes, et populi meditati sunt inania? Astiterunt reges terrae, et principes convenerunt in unum adversus Dominum, et adversus Christum eius.
Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?
2 Dirumpamus vincula eorum: et proiiciamus a nobis iugum ipsorum.
The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the LORD, and against his anointed, saying,
3 Qui habitat in caelis irridebit eos: et Dominus subsannabit eos.
Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.
4 Tunc loquetur ad eos in ira sua, et in furore suo conturbabit eos.
He that sits in the heavens shall laugh: the LORD shall have them in derision.
5 Ego autem constitutus sum rex ab eo super Sion montem sanctum eius, praedicans praeceptum eius.
Then shall he speak to them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure.
6 Dominus dixit ad me: Filius meus es tu, ego hodie genui te.
Yet have I set my king on my holy hill of Zion.
7 Postula a me, et dabo tibi Gentes hereditatem tuam, et possessionem tuam terminos terrae.
I will declare the decree: the LORD has said to me, You are my Son; this day have I begotten you.
8 Reges eos in virga ferrea, et tamquam vas figuli confringes eos.
Ask of me, and I shall give you the heathen for your inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for your possession.
9 Et nunc reges intelligite: erudimini qui iudicatis terram.
You shall break them with a rod of iron; you shall dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.
10 Servite Domino in timore: et exultate ei cum tremore.
Be wise now therefore, O you kings: be instructed, you judges of the earth.
11 Apprehendite disciplinam nequando irascatur Dominus, et pereatis de via iusta.
Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice with trembling.
12 Cum exarserit in brevi ira eius, beati omnes, qui confidunt in eo.
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and you perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.
