Ask of me and i shall give thee the heithen of thine inheritence, and for thy possesion the ends of the earth. Thalt shall break them with a rod of iron, thalt shall dash them im pieces like a potters vessle. Be wise now there for ye kings be at modest there for ye judges of the earth. Serve the Lord with fear and rejoice with trembleing. Kiss the son lest he be anrgy and youll parish in the way, tho its wrath be kindled but a little.