Psalm 2

1 Why are the nations in tumult:
    and why do the peoples cherish a vain dream?
2 The kings of the earth rise up and the rulers conspire together:
    against the Lord and against his anointed, saying,
3 'Let us break their bonds asunder:
    let us throw off their chains from us.'
4 He that dwells in heaven shall laugh them to scorn:
    the Lord will hold them in derision.
5 Then will he speak to them in his wrath, and terrify them in his fury:
    'I, the Lord, have set up my king on Zion my holy hill.'
6 I will announce the Lord's decree, that which he has spoken:
    'You are my son, this day have I begotten you.
7 'Ask of me, and I will give you the nations for your inheritance:
    the uttermost parts of the earth for your possession.
8 'You may break them with a rod of iron:
    and shatter them in pieces like a potter's vessel.'
9 Now therefore be wise, O kings:
    be advised, you that are judges of the earth.
10 Serve the Lord with awe, and govern yourselves in fear and trembling:
    lest he be angry, and you perish in your course.
11 For his wrath is quickly kindled:
    blessed are those that turn to him for refuge.