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BB PSA Chapter 2

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2 Why do the Heathen so furiously rage together? and why do the people imagine a vayne thing? 2 The kynges of the earth stande vp: and the rulers take counsell together against god, and against his annointed. 3 Let vs breake say they their bondes a sunder: and cast away their cordes from vs. 4 He that dwelleth in heauen wyll laugh them to scorne: the Lorde wyll haue them in derision. 5 Then wyll he speake vnto them in his wrath: and he wyll astonie them with feare in his sore displeasure. 6 Saying euen I haue annointed him my kyng: vpon my holy hyll of Sion. 7 I wyll declare the decree, God sayde vnto me: thou art my sonne, this day I haue begotten thee. 8 Desire of me, and I wyll geue thee the heathen for thyne inheritaunce: and the vttermost partes of the earth for thy possession. 9 Thou shalt bruise them with a rod of iron: and breake them in peeces like a potters vessell. 10 Wherfore be you nowe wel aduised O ye kinges: be you learned ye that are iudges of the earth. 11 Serue ye God in feare: and reioyce ye with a trembling. 12 Kisse ye the sonne lest that he be angrye, and so ye perishe from the way, if his wrath be neuer so litle kindled: blessed are all they that put their trust in hym.