Quare fremuerunt gentes?
Why do the nations so furiously rage together? *
And why do the peoples devise 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 who dwells in heaven shall laugh them to scorn; *
the Lord shall hold them in derision.
Then shall he speak to them in his wrath *
and terrify them in his great anger:
“I myself have set my King *
upon my holy hill of Zion.”
I will proclaim the decree of the Lord; *
he said to me, “You are my Son; this day have I begotten you.
Ask of me, and I shall give you the nations for your inheritance *
and the ends of the earth for your possession.
You shall bruise them with a rod of iron *
and break them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.”
Be wise now, O you kings; *
be warned, you judges of the earth.
Serve the Lord in fear *
and rejoice with trembling.
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and you perish in the way; for his wrath is quickly kindled. *
Blessed are all those who put their trust in him.