8 Desire of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance: and the utmost parts of the earth for thy possession.
9 Thou shalt bruise them with a rod of iron: and break them in pieces like a potter's vessel.
10 Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be learned, ye that are judges of the earth.
11 Serve the Lord in fear: and rejoice unto him with reverence.
12 Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and so ye perish from the right way: if his wrath be kindled, (yea, but a little,) blessed are all they that put their trust in him.
PSALM 3. Domine, quid multiplicati?
Lord, how are they increased that trouble me: many are they that rise against me.
2 Many one there be that say of my soul: There is no help for him in his God.
3 But thou, O Lord, art my defender: thou art my worship, and the lifter up of my head.
4 I did call upon the Lord with my voice: and he heard me out of his holy hill.