Psalms 2:4-12 He that dwelleth in heauen wyll laugh them to scorne: the Lorde wyll haue them in derision

Bishops⁽ⁱ⁾ 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