[1]Whi gnastiden with teeth hethene men; and puplis thouyten veyn thingis?[2]The kyngis of erthe stoden togidere; and princes camen togidere ayens the Lord, and ayens his Crist?[3]Breke we the bondis of hem; and cast we awei the yok of hem fro vs.[4]He that dwellith in heuenes schal scorne hem; and the Lord schal bimowe hem.[5]Thanne he schal speke to hem in his ire; and he schal disturble hem in his stronge veniaunce.[6]Forsothe Y am maad of hym a kyng on Syon, his hooli hil; prechynge his comaundement.[7]The Lord seide to me, Thou art my sone; Y haue gendrid thee to dai.[8]Axe thou of me, and Y schal yyue to thee hethene men thin eritage; and thi possessioun the termes of erthe.[9]Thou schalt gouerne hem in an yrun yerde; and thou schalt breke hem as the vessel of a pottere.[10]And now, ye kyngis, vndurstonde; ye that demen the erthe, be lerud.[11]Serue ye the Lord with drede; and make ye ful ioye to hym with tremblyng.[12]Take ye lore; lest the Lord be wrooth sumtyme, and lest ye perischen fro iust waie.