PS 2:1 Why have nations tumultuously assembled? And do peoples meditate vanity?
PS 2:2 Station themselves do kings of the earth, And princes have been united together, Against Jehovah, and against His Messiah:
PS 2:3 `Let us draw off Their cords, And cast from us Their thick bands.'
PS 2:4 He who is sitting in the heavens doth laugh, The Lord doth mock at them.
PS 2:5 Then doth He speak unto them in His anger, And in His wrath He doth trouble them:
PS 2:6 `And I -- I have anointed My King, Upon Zion -- My holy hill.'
PS 2:7 I declare concerning a statute: Jehovah said unto me, `My Son Thou `art', I to-day have brought thee forth.
PS 2:8 Ask of Me and I give nations -- thy inheritance, And thy possession -- the ends of earth.
PS 2:9 Thou dost rule them with a sceptre of iron, As a vessel of a potter Thou dost crush them.'
PS 2:10 And now, O kings, act wisely, Be instructed, O judges of earth,
PS 2:11 Serve ye Jehovah with fear, And rejoice with trembling.
PS 2:12 Kiss the Chosen One, lest He be angry, And ye lose the way, When His anger burneth but a little, O the happiness of all trusting in Him!