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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. pfs ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Paul Schaffner | [log in to unmask] | http://www-personal.umich.edu/~pfs/ University of Michigan Digital Library Production Service ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 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.