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.

The Lord said unto my Lord  *

Sit thou on my right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool.

The Lord shall send the rod of thy power out of Sion *

be thou ruler, even in the midst among thine enemies.

In the day of thy power shall the people offer thee free-will offerings with an holy worship *

the dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning.

The Lord sware, and will not repent *

Thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchisedech.

The Lord upon thy right hand *

shall wound even kings in the day of his wrath.

He shall judge among the heathen; he shall fill the places with the dead bodies *

and smite in sunder the heads over divers countries.

He shall drink of the brook in the way *

therefore shall he lift up his head.