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.

Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me, for my soul trusteth in thee  *

and under the shadow of thy wings shall be my refuge, until this tyranny be over-past.

I will call unto the most high God *

even unto the God that shall perform the cause which I have in hand.

He shall send from heaven *

and save me from the reproof of him that would eat me up.

God shall send forth his mercy and truth *

my soul is among lions.

And I lie even among the children of men, that are set on fire *

whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword

Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens *

and thy glory above all the earth.

They have laid a net for my feet, and pressed down my soul *

they have digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the midst of it themselves.

My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed *

I will sing, and give praise.

Awake up, my glory; awake, lute and harp *

I myself will awake right early.

I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, among the people *

and I will sing unto thee among the nations.

For the greatness of thy mercy reacheth unto the heavens *

and thy truth unto the clouds.

Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens *

and thy glory above all the earth.

I will give thanks unto the Lord with my whole heart  *

secretly among the faithful, and in the congregation.

The works of the Lord are great *

sought out of all them that have pleasure therein.

His work is worthy to be praised and had in honour *

and his righteousness endureth for ever.

The merciful and gracious Lord hath so done his marvellous works *

that they ought to be had in remembrance.

He hath given meat unto them that fear him *

he shall ever be mindful of his covenant.

He hath shewed his people the power of his works *

that he may give them the heritage of the heathen.

The works of his hands are verity and judgement *

all his commandments are true.

They stand fast for ever and ever *

and are done in truth and equity.

He sent redemption unto his people *

he hath commanded his covenant for ever; holy and reverend is his Name.

The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom *

a good understanding have all they that do thereafter; the praise of it endureth for ever.