1 Why do the nations rage, and the peoples devise a vain thing?2 The kings of the earth take their stand, and the rulers take counsel together, against Jehovah and against His anointed, saying,3 Let us break and tear away their bonds, and cast away their cords from us.4 He who sits in the Heavens shall laugh; Jehovah shall have them in derision.5 Then He shall speak to them in His anger, and terrify them in His wrath.6 Yet, I have set My King on My holy hill of Zion.7 I will declare the decree: Jehovah has said unto Me, You are My Son; today I have begotten You.8 Ask of Me, and I will give the nations for Your inheritance, and the ends of the earth for Your possession.9 You shall break them with a rod of iron; You shall dash them in pieces like a potters vessel.10 And now be wise, O kings; be instructed, you judges of the earth.11 Serve Jehovah with fear, and rejoice with trembling.12 Kiss the Son, lest He be angry, and you perish from the way, when His wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all those who put their trust in Him.
1 Whi gnastiden with teeth hethene men; and puplis thouyten veyn thingis?2 The kyngis of erthe stoden togidere; and princes camen togidere ayens the Lord, and ayens his Crist?3 Breke we the bondis of hem; and cast we awei the yok of hem fro vs.4 He that dwellith in heuenes schal scorne hem; and the Lord schal bimowe hem.5 Thanne he schal speke to hem in his ire; and he schal disturble hem in his stronge veniaunce.6 Forsothe Y am maad of hym a kyng on Syon, his hooli hil; prechynge his comaundement.7 The Lord seide to me, Thou art my sone; Y haue gendrid thee to dai.8 Axe thou of me, and Y schal yyue to thee hethene men thin eritage; and thi possessioun the termes of erthe.9 Thou schalt gouerne hem in an yrun yerde; and thou schalt breke hem as the vessel of a pottere.10 And now, ye kyngis, vndurstonde; ye that demen the erthe, be lerud.11 Serue ye the Lord with drede; and make ye ful ioye to hym with tremblyng.12 Take ye lore; lest the Lord be wrooth sumtyme, and lest ye perischen fro iust waie.13 Whanne his `ire brenneth out in schort tyme; blessed ben alle thei, that tristen in hym.