Psalms 2

1 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, show 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!