Psalm 2  Quare fremuerunt gentes?
 
1  Why are the nations in an uproar? *
 Why do the peoples mutter empty threats?
 
2  Why do the kings of the earth rise up in revolt,
and the princes plot together, *
 against the LORD and against his Anointed?
 
3  "Let us break their yoke," they say; *
 "let us cast off their bonds from us."
 
4  He whose throne is in heaven is laughing; *
 the Lord has them in derision.
 
5  Then he speaks to them in his wrath, *
 and his rage fills them with terror.
 
6  "I myself have set my king *
 upon my holy hill of Zion."
 
7  Let me announce the decree of the LORD: *
 he said to me, "You are my Son;
 this day have I begotten you.
 
8  Ask of me, and I will give you the nations for
/your inheritance *
 and the ends of the earth for your possession.
 
9  You shall crush them with an iron rod *
 and shatter them like a piece of pottery."
 
10  And now, you kings, be wise; *
 be warned, you rulers of the earth.
 
11  Submit to the LORD with fear, *
 and with trembling bow before him;
 
12  Lest he be angry and you perish; *
 for his wrath is quickly kindled.