II.
1
Why rage the heathen? Why to thoughts
So vaine, give people place?
2
Earth's kings and rulers ryse, resolv'd
Rebellioun to embrace,
Against the Lord, against his Christ;
Consulting thus they say:
3
Ther bands lett ws asunder break,
Ther cords cast quite away.
4
Butt hee whose seat is heaven sall laugh,
The Lord sall them deride,
5
And in his indignation just,
Against them then proceid.
Yea tell them, while hee troubles sore,
(Incensd) doeth on them bring,
6
I on my Sion's holy hill,
Anointed have my King.
7
I, Thee decree will intimate;
The Lord hath said to me,
My sonne belov'd thow art, to day
I have begottin thee.
8
Ask, and for ane enheritance,
The heathen sall be thyne;
For a possessioun, vnto thee
Earth's ends I will assigne.
9
A rod of iron them to breake,
For scepter shalt thow swey.
Them all to peeces shalt thow dash,
Like potter's brittle clay.
10
Kings therfor now be wise; O learne
Ȝee, who earth's judges sitt;
11
Serve God with fear, amidst your joyes
A reverent aw admitt.
12
O kisse the sonne, lest in his wraith
Yee perrisch from the way.
Iff once his furie flame, who trust
In him how happy they.
