Let me tell of a decree, - Yahweh, hath said unto me, My son, thou art, I, to-day, have begotten thee:

Let us break asunder their bonds, - and cast from us their cords!

Wherefore have nations assembled in tumult? Or should, peoples, mutter an empty thing?

Then, will he speak unto them in his anger, and, in his wrath, confound them:

Thou shalt shepherd them with a sceptre of iron, - as a potter's vessel, shalt thou dash them in pieces.

Now, therefore, ye kings, show your prudence, Be admonished, ye judges of earth:

Ask of me, and let me give nations as thine inheritance, and, as thy possession, the ends of the earth:

Kiss the son, lest he be angry, and ye perish by the way, for soon might be kindled his anger, - How happy are all who seek refuge in him!

Yet, I, have installed my king, - on Zion my holy mountain.

He that sitteth in the heavens, will laugh, - My Lord, will mock at them:

Serve Yahweh with reverence, and exult with trembling:

The kings of earth take their station, and, grave men, have met by appointment together, - against Yahweh, and against his Anointed One saying :