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 have nations tumultuously assembled? And do peoples meditate vanity?

2 Dirumpamus vincula eorum: et proiiciamus a nobis iugum ipsorum.

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

3 Qui habitat in caelis irridebit eos: et Dominus subsannabit eos.

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

4 Tunc loquetur ad eos in ira sua, et in furore suo conturbabit eos.

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

5 Ego autem constitutus sum rex ab eo super Sion montem sanctum eius, praedicans praeceptum eius.

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

6 Dominus dixit ad me: Filius meus es tu, ego hodie genui te.

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

7 Postula a me, et dabo tibi Gentes hereditatem tuam, et possessionem tuam terminos terrae.

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

8 Reges eos in virga ferrea, et tamquam vas figuli confringes eos.

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

9 Et nunc reges intelligite: erudimini qui iudicatis terram.

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

10 Servite Domino in timore: et exultate ei cum tremore.

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

11 Apprehendite disciplinam nequando irascatur Dominus, et pereatis de via iusta.

Serve ye Jehovah with fear, And rejoice with trembling.

12 Cum exarserit in brevi ira eius, beati omnes, qui confidunt in eo.

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!