Done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzetti. <br /> <br /> <br />Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations <br />Muse a vain thing, the Kings of th'earth upstand <br />With power, and Princes in their Congregations <br />Lay deep their plots together through each Land, <br />Against the Lord and his Messiah dear. <br />Let us break off; say they, by strength of hand <br />Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear, <br />Their twisted cords: he who in Heaven doth dwell <br />Shall laugh, the Lord shall scoff them, then severe <br />Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell <br />And fierce ire trouble them; but I saith hee <br />Anointed have my King (though ye rebell) <br />On Sion my holi' hill. A firm decree <br />I will declare; the Lord to me hath say'd <br />Thou art my Son I have begotten thee <br />This day, ask of me, and the grant is made; <br />As thy possession I on thee bestow <br />Th'Heathen, and as thy conquest to be sway'd <br />Earths utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low <br />With Iron Sceptir bruis'd, and them disperse <br />Like to a potters vessel shiver'd so. <br />And now be wise at length ye Kings averse <br />Be taught ye Judges of the earth; with fear <br />Jehovah serve and let your joy converse <br />With trembling; Kiss the Son least he appear <br />In anger and ye perish in the way <br />If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere. <br />Happy all those who have in him their stay.<br /><br />John Milton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-02/
