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2:1	Whi gnastiden with teeth hethene men; and puplis thouyten veyn thingis?
2:2	The kyngis of erthe stoden togidere; and princes camen togidere ayens the Lord, and ayens his Crist?
2:3	Breke we the bondis of hem; and cast we awei the yok of hem fro vs.
2:4	He that dwellith in heuenes schal scorne hem; and the Lord schal bimowe hem.
2:5	Thanne he schal speke to hem in his ire; and he schal disturble hem in his stronge veniaunce.
2:6	Forsothe Y am maad of hym a kyng on Syon, his hooli hil; prechynge his comaundement.
2:7	The Lord seide to me, Thou art my sone; Y haue gendrid thee to dai.
2:8	Axe thou of me, and Y schal yyue to thee hethene men thin eritage; and thi possessioun the termes of erthe.
2:9	Thou schalt gouerne hem in an yrun yerde; and thou schalt breke hem as the vessel of a pottere.
2:10	And now, ye kyngis, vndurstonde; ye that demen the erthe, be lerud.
2:11	Serue ye the Lord with drede; and make ye ful ioye to hym with tremblyng.
2:12	Take ye lore; lest the Lord be wrooth sumtyme, and lest ye perischen fro iust waie.


2:1	Why doe the heathen rage, and the people murmure in vaine?
2:2	The Kings of the earth band themselues, and the princes are assembled together against the Lord, and against his Christ.
2:3	Let vs breake their bands, and cast their cordes from vs.
2:4	But he that dwelleth in the heauen, shall laugh: the Lord shall haue them in derision.
2:5	Then shall hee speake vnto them in his wrath, and vexe them in his sore displeasure, saying,
2:6	Euen I haue set my King vpon Zion mine holy mountaine.
2:7	I will declare the decree: that is, the Lord hath said vnto me, Thou art my Sonne: this day haue I begotten thee.
2:8	Aske of me, and I shall giue thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the endes of the earth for thy possession.
2:9	Thou shalt krush them with a scepter of yron, and breake them in pieces like a potters vessell.
2:10	Be wise nowe therefore, ye Kings: be learned ye Iudges of the earth.
2:11	Serue the Lord in feare, and reioyce in trembling.
2:12	Kisse the sonne, least he be angry, and ye perish in the way, when his wrath shall suddenly burne. blessed are all that trust in him.


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