Psalm 2                                                                                                    Sunday Readings 1

Why do the nations throng, * and the peoples number their troops?

    Why do kings of the world align, * and princes make common cause

        against Yahweh * and against his anointed?

    Let us snap their bonds, * and throw off their yoke.

        The Enthroned laughs down from heaven; * the Lord makes fun of them.

        He repels their sergeants in his anger, * in his fury terrifies them.

           But I've been anointed his king * on Zion his holy mountain.

               Let me recite * the decree of Yahweh; * he said to me:

           You are my son; * this day I have given you birth.

        Ask me for wealth and I will give it; * the nations will be yours, * your domain the ends of the earth.

        You will break them with a iron rod, * shatter them like a pot of clay.

    And now, kings, watch out; * take warning, you rulers of the earth.

        Serve Yahweh with reverence, * and live in trembling, mortal men!

    lest he grow angry and your assembly perish, * for his anger flares up quickly.

Happy are all * who trust in him.

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