Psalms

2 Wherefore have nations assembled in tumult? Or should peoples mutter an empty thing?

2 The kings of earth take their station And grave men have met by appointment together,—Against Yahweh And against his Anointed One [saying]:

3 Let us break asunder their bonds,—And cast from us their cords!

4 He that sitteth in the heavens will laugh,—My Lord will mock at them:

5 Then will he speak unto them in his anger, And in his wrath confound them:

6 Yet I have installed my king,—On Zion my holy mountain.

7 Let me tell of a decree,—Yahweh hath said unto me, My son thou art, I to-day have begotten thee:

8 Ask of me and let me give Nations as thine inheritance, And as thy possession the ends of the earth:

9 Thou shalt shepherd them with a sceptre of iron,—As a potter’s vessel shalt thou dash them in pieces.

10 Now therefore, ye kings, shew your prudence, Be admonished, ye judges of earth:

11 Serve Yahweh with reverence, And exult with trembling:

12 Kiss the son, lest he be angry and ye perish by the way, For soon might be kindled his anger,—How happy are all who seek refuge in him!