Rhyming Psalms, Psalm 2 (newstyle)

Rhyming Psalms, Psalm 2 (newstyle)

Why do the nations, all of them, conspire,
and all the peoples make their plots in vain?
Those of the earth, the kings, themselves, set high,
and rulers, counsel, they, together, take,
and, ‘gainst the LORD and his anointed, say,
“Let’s burst their bonds asunder and cast them,
their cords away from us.” He sits in heav’n,
the LORD, and he, at all of them will laugh,
and hold them in derision. In his wrath,
then, he will speak to them and terrify
them in his fury, saying, “How I have set my
king, him on Zion, on my holy hill.”
You, of the LORD’s decree, that’s what I’ll tell:
He said to me, “You are my son; today
I have begotten you. How I will make,
just ask of me, them, as your heritage,
the nations, and the earth out to its edge,
so all of it is yours, what you’ll possess.
As with a rod of iron, you’ll break them,
and into pieces, how, them, you will dash
just like a potter’s vessel.” Now therefore,
o kings, be wise, and of the earth, be warned,
o rulers. With fear, him, how you should serve,
with trembling, also, kiss his feet, the LORD’s,
or he will, angry, be, and, perish, you,
will in the way; for how his wrath’s renewed,
it’s quickly-kindled. Happy all are who
will take their refuge in him, this is true.