Psal 2 (MS. Fairfax 40, The Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford)
Transcription
The Heathen rage the people storme & why
Cause all they doe imaging's butt a lie
The monarchs of the earth & Rulers too
Meet ther in secret counsel what to doe
'Gainst thyn anoynted, lets break say they
The bands asunder & cast our cordes away
But god He who on his throne Celestial sitts
Laughs att them as men in frantick fitts
Yitt will he take account on such as hath
Dipisd his voyce & vex them in his wra
Though there vaine mortals plot yitt I will
Inthrone my King on Zions sacred hill
And the decree will shew, they know nott
Thou art my son I'ave this day I'ave thee begott
As heire of all to thee I'ave given
Earth in full pocession wth the Heathen
Be wise o then yee monarchs of the earth
Learne wisdom too ye sages he
Wth reuerence bow yee & wth feare rejoyse
To serve the Lord Lett this, than be your choyse
Least when provokt in wrathfull anger come
Hee Cutt you off. Blest they that kiss the Son
Modernized Text
The heathen rage, the people storm, and why?
'Cause all they do imagine's but a lie.
The monarchs of the earth and rulers, too,
Meet there in secret counsel what to do
'Gainst thine anointed. "Let's break," say they,
"The bands asunder and cast our cords away!"
But He who on his throne celestial sits
Laughs at them as men in frantic fits;
Yet will he take account on such as hath
Despised his voice, and vex them in his wrath:
"Though there vain mortals plot, yet I will
Enthrone my King on Zion's sacred hill;
And the decree will show, they know not:
Thou art my son, this day I've thee begot.
As heir of all, to thee I've given
Earth in full pocession, with the Heathen."
Be wise, O then, ye monarchs of the earth;
Learn wisdom, too, ye sages here beneath;
With reverence bow ye, and with fear rejoice:
To serve the Lord let this, then, be your choice
Lest when provoked, in wrathful anger come,
He cut you off. Blest they that kiss the Son.
