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 nations rage, and the peoples 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 sitteth 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 unto 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 I have set my king upon my holy hill of Zion.
7 Postula a me, et dabo tibi Gentes hereditatem tuam, et possessionem tuam terminos terrae.
I will tell of the decree: the LORD said unto me, Thou art my son; this day have I begotten thee.
8 Reges eos in virga ferrea, et tamquam vas figuli confringes eos.
Ask of me, and I will give thee the nations for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.
9 Et nunc reges intelligite: erudimini qui iudicatis terram.
Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.
10 Servite Domino in timore: et exultate ei cum tremore.
Now therefore be wise, O ye kings: be instructed, ye 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 ye perish in the way, for his wrath will soon be kindled. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.
