More of my “aesthetic translations” of Psalms.

The Messiah

Why do nations rage,
  And whole countries roar uselessly?
Kings of the earth posture,
  And elites plot
Against Yahweh and against his Messiah.

Saying:
   
Let us tear off their bonds
  And hurl away their cords!


The one sitting in the heavens laughs;
  The Lord mocks them!
Then he speaks to them in anger ---
  His fiery wrath terrifies them ---
   
Saying,
   
As for me, I have set my King
  On Zion, my holy hill.


I proclaim to the world Yahweh's words. He spoke to me,

Saying, 

You are my son!
  Today I have begotten you!
    Ask of me!

I will give nations for your inheritance!
  You will possess the ends of the earth!
You will break them with a rod of iron!
  You will shatter them like pottery!


And now understand, kings,
  Correct yourselves, masters of the earth.
Serve Yahweh with fear,
  Exult and tremble, kiss the Son,
Lest he be angry 
  And you perish in your steps,
    Because his anger burns quickly.

He favors all who seek refuge in him!