Psalm 1
Beatus vir qui non abiit
1
Happy are they who have not walked in the counsel of the wicked, *
nor lingered in the way of sinners,
nor sat in the seats of the scornful!
2
Their delight is in the law of the Lord, *
and they meditate on his law day and night.
3
They are like trees planted by streams of water,
bearing fruit in due season, with leaves that do not wither; *
everything they do shall prosper.
4
It is not so with the wicked; *
they are like chaff which the wind blows away.
5
Therefore the wicked shall not stand upright when judgment comes, *
nor the sinner in the council of the righteous.
6
For the Lord knows the way of the righteous, *
but the way of the wicked is doomed.
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.
13
Happy are they all *
who take refuge in him!
Psalm 3
Domine, quid multiplicati
1
Lord, how many adversaries I have! *
how many there are who rise up against me!
2
How many there are who say of me, *
“There is no help for him in his God.”
3
But you, O Lord, are a shield about me; *
you are my glory, the one who lifts up my head.
4
I call aloud upon the Lord, *
and he answers me from his holy hill;
5
I lie down and go to sleep; *
I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.
6
I do not fear the multitudes of people *
who set themselves against me all around.
7
Rise up, O Lord; set me free, O my God; *
surely, you will strike all my enemies across the face,
you will break the teeth of the wicked.
8
Deliverance belongs to the Lord. *
Your blessing be upon your people!