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.