Psalms 2
1 Why do the nations rage, and the peoples plot in vain?
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:
The kyngis of erthe stoden togidere; and princes camen togidere ayens the Lord, and ayens his Crist?
3 "Let's tear off their shackles, and throw off their ropes from us."
Breke we the bondis of hem; and cast we awei the yok of hem fro vs.
4 The one who sits in the heavens laughs. The LORD scoffs at them.
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 "But I myself have installed my king on Zion, my holy mountain."
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 as your inheritance, and the farthest 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 rule them with an iron scepter. 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, you kings, be wise; receive correction, 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 Do homage in purity, lest he be angry, and you perish in the way, when his anger is suddenly 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.
