Psalm 2: Quare fremuerunt gentes?

Why are the nations in an uproar? *

Why do the peoples mutter empty threats?

Why do the kings of the earth rise up in revolt,

and the princes plot together, *

against the LORD and against his Anointed?

"Let us break their yoke," they say; *

"let us cast off their bonds from us."

He whose throne is in heaven is laughing; *

the Lord has them in derision.

Then he speaks to them in his wrath, *

and his rage fills them with terror.

"I myself have set my king *

upon my holy hill of Zion."

Let me announce the decree of the LORD: *

he said to me, "You are my Son;

this day have I begotten you.

Ask of me, and I will give you the nations for your inheritance *

and the ends of the earth for your possession.

You shall crush them with an iron rod *

and shatter them like a piece of pottery."

And now, you kings, be wise; *

be warned, you rulers of the earth.

Submit to the LORD with fear, *

and with trembling bow before him;

Lest he be angry and you perish; *

for his wrath is quickly kindled.

Happy are they all *

who take refuge in him!