Psalm 2
Why are the nations in tumult
: and why do the peoples cherish a vain dream?
The kings of the earth rise up and the rulers conspire together
: against the Lord and against his anointed, saying,
‘Let us break their bonds asunder
: let us throw off their chains from us.’
He that dwells in heaven shall laugh them to scorn
: the Lord will hold them in derision.
Then will he speak to them in his wrath,
and terrify them in his fury
: ‘I, the Lord, have set up my king on Zion my holy hill.’
I will announce the Lord’s decree,
that which he has spoken
: ‘You are my son, this day have I begotten you.
‘Ask of me,
and I will give you the nations for your inheritance
: the uttermost parts of the earth for your possession.
‘You shall break them with a rod of iron
: and shatter them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.’
Now therefore be wise, O kings
: be advised, you that are judges of the earth.
Serve the Lord with awe,
and govern yourselves in fear and trembling
: lest he be angry, and you perish in your course.
For his wrath is quickly kindled
: blessed are those that turn to him for refuge.