On Sun, 24 Dec 2000, Tim Henderson wrote:
> Is anyone able to provide (or point me in the right direction for)
> the further verses to Psalm 2 [?]
> Why fum'th in sight the Gentiles spite, in fury raging stout ?
> Why tak'th in hand the people fond, vain things to bring about ?
> The kings arise, the lords devise, in counsels met thereto,
> against the Lord with false accord, against His Christ they go .
For those at rich institutions, the text can be found online in the
Chadwyck-Healey English Poetry Database; the page images in
Bell & Howell/ProQuest's Early English Books Online. I've checked
the following text (rather hastily) against the page images of the
original publication.
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Psalme. II.
The Argument. Psalme. II.
Of Christ ye see
A Prophecie
Thus Dauid spake with vs:
As merueiling
That earthly king
Should rage against him thus
Quare fremuerunt.
1. Why fumeth in sight: the Gentils spite,
In fury raging stout?
Why taketh in hond: the people fond,
Uayne thinges to bring about?
2. The kinges arise: the lordes deuise,
in counsayles mett therto:
Agaynst the Lord: with false accord,
against his Christ they go.
3. Let vs they say: breake downe their ray,
of all their bondes and cordes:
We will renounce: that they pronounce,
their loores as stately lordes.
4. But God of might: in heauen so bright,
Shall laugh them all to scorne:
The Lord on hie: shall them defie,
they shall be once forlorne.
5. Then shall his ire: speake all in fire,
to them agayne therfore:
He shall with threate: their malice beate,
in his displeasure sore.
6. Yet am I set: a king so great,
on Sion hill full fast:
Though me they kill: yet will that hill,
my lawe and worde outcast.
7. Gods wordes decreed: I (Christ) wil sprede
for God thus sayd to me/e:
My sonne I say: thou art, this day,
I haue begotten the/e.
8. Aske thou of me/e: I will geue the/e,
to rule all Gentils londes:
Thou shalt possesse: in suernesse,
the world how wide it stondes.
9. With iron rod: as mighty God,
all rebels shalt thou bruse:
And breake them all: in pieces small,
as sherdes the potters vse.
10. Be wise therfore: ye kinges the more,
Receyue ye wisdomes lore:
Ye iudges strong: of right and wrong,
aduise you now before.
11. The Lorde in feare: your seruice beare,
with dread to him reioyce:
Let rages be: resist not ye,
him serue with ioyfull voyce.
12. The sonne kisse ye: lest wroth he be,
lose not the way of rest:
For when his ire: is set on fire,
who trust in hym be blest.
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