Gardner, Dr Bruce K.
1.Fit wey dae foreign fowk aye rage,
An fash ilk' alien horde?
2. Kings tak thair stand; hie-heid-yins plot
'gainst God an His sained Lord:
3. "We'll rax aff aa thair slave-lyke bands
And fling thair cords awa!"
4. He fa in Hivven sits jist lauchs
An maks feels o thaim aa.
5. But then He spicks tae thaim in wrath
And fashes them in rage:
6. "On Zion's haly hill, I'll forge
Ma king, for aa this age."
7. I sall declare fit's set in steen,
The Lord has said tae me;
"Ye are ma Son; this very day,
I hae begotten ye".
8. "Ask me: that gadgies I sall gie -
As heritage thay'll faa;
The furthest airts ye sall possess
Tae ye I'll gie thaim aa.
9. Wi wand o iron ye sall wreck
The hale jing-bang o thaim;
Like potter at the wheel ye'll smash
Tae bits - tae mak again!
10. And noo, behave yersels, ye kings!
Tak, judges, wyse rebuke;
11. Dae service tae the Lord in dreid,
Wi tremmlan, joyfu luik.
12. Embrace the Prince, lest He get wroth -
Destroy ye in the wey;
His furie kinnles in a flash:
Bliss't aa that on Him stey!
(C) 2008 Translated from the Hebrew into Doric Lowland Scots and versified by Bruce Gardner.