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Psalm 2

New International Version NIV

1 Why do the nations conspireand the peoples plot in vain?

2 The kings of the earth rise up and the rulers band together against the LORD and against his anointed, saying,

3 “Let us break their chains and throw off their shackles.”

4 The One enthroned in heaven laughs; the Lord scoffs at them.

5 He rebukes them in his anger and terrifies them in his wrath, saying,

6 “I have installed my king on Zion, my holy mountain.”

7 I will proclaim the LORD’s decree: He said to me, “You are my son; today I have become your father.

8 Ask me, and I will make the nations your inheritance, the ends of the earth your possession.

9 You will break them with a rod of iron ; you will dash them to pieces like pottery.”

10 Therefore, you kings, be wise; be warned, you rulers of the earth.

11 Serve the LORD with fear and celebrate his rule with trembling.

12 Kiss his son, or he will be angry and your way will lead to your destruction, for his wrath can flare up in a moment. Blessed are all who take refuge in him.

Young's Literal Translation YLT

1 Why have nations tumultuously assembled? And do peoples meditate vanity?

2 Station themselves do kings of the earth, And princes have been united together, Against Jehovah, and against His Messiah:

3 `Let us draw off Their cords, And cast from us Their thick bands.'

4 He who is sitting in the heavens doth laugh, The Lord doth mock at them.

5 Then doth He speak unto them in His anger, And in His wrath He doth trouble them:

6 `And I -- I have anointed My King, Upon Zion -- My holy hill.'

7 I declare concerning a statute: Jehovah said unto me, `My Son Thou [art], I to-day have brought thee forth.

8 Ask of Me and I give nations -- thy inheritance, And thy possession -- the ends of earth.

9 Thou dost rule them with a sceptre of iron, As a vessel of a potter Thou dost crush them.'

10 And now, O kings, act wisely, Be instructed, O judges of earth,

11 Serve ye Jehovah with fear, And rejoice with trembling.

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!