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The whole Psalter translated into English Metre

which contayneth an hundreth and fifty Psalmes

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2

Psalme. II.

The Argument.

Of Christ ye see
A Prophecie
Thus Dauid spake with vs:
As merueiling
That earthly king
Should rage against him thus

Quare fremuerunt.


1

Why fumeth in sight: the Gentils spite,
In fury raging stout?
Why taketh in hond: the people fond,
Uayne thinges to bring about?

2

The kinges arise: the lordes deuise,
in counsayles mett therto:
Agaynst the Lord: with false accord,
against his Christ they go.

3

Let vs they say: breake downe their ray,
of all their bondes and cordes:
We will renounce: that they pronounce,
their loores as stately lordes.

4

But God of might: in heauen so bright,
Shall laugh them all to scorne:
The Lord on hie: shall them defie,
they shall be once forlorne.

5

Then shall his ire: speake all in fire,
to them agayne therfore:
He shall with threate: their malice beate,
in his displeasure sore.

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6

Yet am I set: a king so great,
on Sion hill full fast:
Though me they kill: yet will that hill,
my lawe and worde outcast.

7

Gods wordes decreed: I (Christ) wil sprede
for God thus sayd to mee:
My sonne I say: thou art, this day,
I haue begotten thee.

8

Aske thou of mee: I will geue thee,
to rule all Gentils londes:
Thou shalt possesse: in suernesse,
the world how wide it stondes.

9

With iron rod: as mighty God,
all rebels shalt thou bruse:
And breake them all: in pieces small,
as sherdes the potters vse.

10

Be wise therfore: ye kinges the more,
Receyue ye wisdomes lore:
Ye iudges strong: of right and wrong,
aduise you now before.

11

The Lorde in feare: your seruice beare,
with dread to him reioyce:
Let rages be: resist not ye,
him serue with ioyfull voyce.

12

The sonne kisse ye: lest wroth he be,
lose not the way of rest:
For when his ire: is set on fire,
who trust in hym be blest.