Psalms 2
1 Why do the nations rage, and the peoples plot a vain thing?
Whi gnastiden with teeth hethene men; and puplis thouyten veyn thingis?
2 The kings of the earth take a stand, and the rulers take counsel together, against the LORD, and against his Anointed, saying,
The kyngis of erthe stoden togidere; and princes camen togidere ayens the Lord, and ayens his Crist?
3 “Let’s break their bonds apart, and cast their cords from us.”
Breke we the bondis of hem; and cast we awei the yok of hem fro vs.
4 He who sits in the heavens will laugh. The Lord will have them in derision.
He that dwellith in heuenes schal scorne hem; and the Lord schal bimowe hem.
5 Then he will speak to them in his anger, and terrify them in his wrath:
Thanne he schal speke to hem in his ire; and he schal disturble hem in his stronge veniaunce.
6 “Yet I have set my King on my holy hill of Zion.”
Forsothe Y am maad of hym a kyng on Syon, his hooli hil; prechynge his comaundement.
7 I will tell of the decree: The LORD said to me, “You are my son. Today I have become your father.
The Lord seide to me, Thou art my sone; Y haue gendrid thee to dai.
8 Ask of me, and I will give the nations for your inheritance, the uttermost parts of the earth for your possession.
Axe thou of me, and Y schal yyue to thee hethene men thin eritage; and thi possessioun the termes of erthe.
9 You shall break them with a rod of iron. You shall dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.”
Thou schalt gouerne hem in an yrun yerde; and thou schalt breke hem as the vessel of a pottere.
10 Now therefore be wise, you kings. Be instructed, you judges of the earth.
And now, ye kyngis, vndurstonde; ye that demen the erthe, be lerud.
11 Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice with trembling.
Serue ye the Lord with drede; and make ye ful ioye to hym with tremblyng.
12 Give sincere homage to the Son, lest he be angry, and you perish on the way, for his wrath will soon be kindled. Blessed are all those who take refuge in him.
Take ye lore; lest the Lord be wrooth sumtyme, and lest ye perischen fro iust waie. Whanne his `ire brenneth out in schort tyme; blessed ben alle thei, that tristen in hym.
