Beatus vir, qui non abiit, &c.
Blessed is the man that hath not walked in the counsel of the ungodly, nor stood in the way of sinners *
and hath not sat in the seat of the scornful.
But his delight is in the law of the Lord *
and in his law will he exercise himself day and night.
And he shall be like a tree planted by the water-side *
that will bring forth his fruit in due season.
His leaf also shall not wither *
and look, whatsoever he doeth, it shall prosper.
As for the ungodly, it is not so with them *
but they are like the chaff, which the wind scattereth away from the face of the earth.
Therefore the ungodly shall not be able to stand in the judgement *
neither the sinners in the congregation of the righteous.
But the Lord knoweth the way of the righteous *
and the way of the ungodly shall perish.
Quare fremuerunt gentes?
Why do the heathen so furiously rage together *
and why do the people imagine a vain thing?
The kings of the earth stand up, and the rulers take counsel together *
against the Lord, and against his Anointed.
Let us break their bonds asunder *
and cast away their cords from us.
He that dwelleth in heaven shall laugh them to scorn *
the Lord shall have them in derision.
Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath *
and vex them in his sore displeasure.
Yet have I set my King *
upon my holy hill of Sion.
I will preach the law, whereof the Lord hath said unto me *
Thou art my Son, this day have I begotten thee.
Desire of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance *
and the utmost parts of the earth for thy possession.
Thou shalt bruise them with a rod of iron *
and break them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.
Be wise now therefore, O ye kings *
be learned, ye that are judges of the earth.
Serve the Lord in fear *
and rejoice unto him with reverence.
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and so ye perish from the right way *
if his wrath be kindled, (yea, but a little,) blessed are all they that put their trust in him.
Domine, quid multiplicati?
Lord, how are they increased that trouble me *
many are they that rise against me.
Many one there be that say of my soul *
There is no help for him in his God.
But thou, O Lord, art my defender *
thou art my worship, and the lifter up of my head.
I did call upon the Lord with my voice *
and he heard me out of his holy hill.
I laid me down and slept, and rose up again *
for the Lord sustained me.
I will not be afraid for ten thousands of the people *
that have set themselves against me round about.
Up, Lord, and help me, O my God *
for thou smitest all mine enemies upon the cheekbone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
Salvation belongeth unto the Lord *
and thy blessing is upon thy people.