Psalm 2 - Poem by Justin Reamer
Why this uproar among the nations?
Why this impotent muttering of pagans-
kings on earth rising in revolt,
princes plotting against Yahweh and His Anointed,
'Now let us break their fetters!
Now let us throw off their yoke! '
The One whose throne is in Heaven sits laughing,
Yahweh derides them.
Then angrily He addresses them,
in a rage He strikes them with panic,
'This is My king, installed by Me
on Zion, my holy mountain.'
Let me proclaim Yahweh's decree;
He has told me,
'You are My son,
today I have become your Father.
Ask and I will give you the nations for your heritage,
the ends of the Earth for your domain.
With iron sceptre you will break them,
shatter them like potter's ware.'
So now, you kings, learn wisdom,
Earthly rulers, be warned:
serve Yahweh, fear Him,
tremble and kiss His feet,
or He will be angry and you will perish,
for His anger is very quick to blaze.
Happy all who take shelter in Him.
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