Psalm 2

WHat mooves the Gentiles to repine?
What makes the people foolish growe,
That Earthlie Kings do thus combine,
And Rulers meet in Counsell so?
The Lord, & his beloved Christ,
Rebelliously they disobay:
His powre (say these) let vs resist
And break, & cast their cords away,

But, God who sitts in heav'n aboue,
Their foolish purpose will deride:
His anger shall their torment proue,
And, them, in wrath he then shall chide,
Ev'n I' (saith God) my King did place
Vpon my holy Syon hill.
And, by the Lord, what vttred was
To me (saith Christ) now sing I will,

Thou art my Sonn begot by me
This day; and (if thou make demande)
The gentiles I will give to thee,
And make thee King of e'vry land.
An yron scepter thou shalt sway,
And (if thy Lore they followe not)
Thou shalt compel them to obay
Or break them like an earthen pott.

Then Kings be wise; & Rulers lerne
To serue the Lord, with awfull joy:
Yea, kisse the Sonn, lest wroth he turne
And ouerthrow you in your way.
For, when his wrath inflamed growes,
(Though but a litle moon'd he seem)
Then blest are all who shall repose
Their constant hopes, & faith in him.

Another of the same.
SUch uproars mad, why do the Gentiles make?
What follies do the people doate upon?
Earths Kings conspire, & Rulers counsel take,
Against the Lord, & his Anointed-one.
Oh come! & let us break their bands (they say)
Come, let vs cast from vs, their cords away.

But God in heav'n deriding their designe
Shall (vexing them) his minde in wrath declare:
Who e're (saies he) repines this King of mine
On Syon fitts; 'twas I that plac'd him there.
And, what the Lord himself, to me hath told,
(Concerning him) I purpose to vnfold.

Thou art my sonn, this day begot I thee;
Demand therfore (he said) & I will giue
The Gentiles, thine inheritance to be;
And rule of all the world thou shalt receiue.
An iron mace; thou shalt vpon them lay;
And break them like a sherd of potters clay.

Therfore yee Kings & Rulers be more wise:
Come serve the Lord your God, with awfull ioy.
And kisse the Sonn; lest, if his wrath arise,
You be destroid, & perish from the way.
For, when inflam'd his burning anger growes,
Right blest are all who trust in him repose.