Zac Fitzsimmons - Psalm 2 Word for Word

Why do the nations rage
And the peoples plot in vain
The kings of the earth set themselves
And the rulers take counsel together
Against the Lord and against his Anointed, saying
Let us burst their bonds apart
And cast away their cords from us
He who sits in the heavens laughs
The Lord holds them in derision
Then he will speak to them in his wrath
And terrify them in his fury, saying
As for me, I have set my King
On Zion, my holy hill
I will tell of the decree
The Lord said to me, You are my Son; today I have begotten you
Ask of me, and I will make the nations your heritage
And the ends of the earth your possession
You shall break them with a rod of iron
And dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel
Now therefore, O kings, be wise
Be warned, O rulers of the earth
Serve the Lord with fear
And rejoice with trembling
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry
And you perish in the way
For his wrath is quickly kindled
Blessed are all who take refuge in him

Written by:
Zachariah Fitzsimmons

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