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[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.
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