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Psalms

1 Why do the hea­then rage, and the peo­ple imag­ine a vain thing?
2 The kings of the earth set them­selves, and the rulers take coun­sel to­geth­er, against the LORD, and against his anoint­ed, saying,
3 Let us break their bands asun­der, and cast away their cords from us.
4 He that sit­teth in the heav­ens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in de­ri­sion.
5 Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore dis­plea­sure.
6 Yet have I set my king upon my holy hill of Zion.
7 I will de­clare the de­cree: the LORD hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; this day have I be­got­ten thee.
8 Ask of me, and I shall give thee the hea­then for thine in­her­i­tance, and the ut­ter­most parts of the earth for thy pos­ses­sion.
9 Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter's ves­sel.
10 Be wise now there­fore, O ye kings: be in­struct­ed, ye judges of the earth.
11 Serve the LORD with fear, and re­joice with trem­bling.
12 Kiss the Son, lest he be an­gry, and ye per­ish from the way, when his wrath is kin­dled but a lit­tle. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.