P  S  A  L .   I  I   (2)


1   WHy doe the Heathen rage, and the people murmure in vaine?
2   The kings of the earth band themselves, and the princes are assembled together against the Lord, and against his Christ.
3   Let us break their bandes, and cast their cords from us.
4   But he that dwelleth in the heaven, shal laugh; the Lord shall have them in derision.
5   Then shal he speake unto them in his wrath, and vexe them in his sore displeasure, saying,
6   Even I have set my King upon Zion mine holy mountaine.
7   I will declare the decree: that is, the Lord hath said unto mee, Thou art my Sonne: this day have I begotten thee.
8   Aske of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the ends of the earth for my possession.
9   Thou shalt crush them with a scepter of yron, and breake them in pieces like a potters vessell.
10   Be wise now therefore yee Kings: be learned ye judges of the earth.
11   Serve the Lord in feare, and rejoyce in trembling.
12   Kisse the Sonne, lest he be angry, & ye perish in the way, when his wrath shall suddenly burne: blessed are all that trust in him.



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