Why do the nations conspire
And the peoples plot in vain?
The kings of the earth rise up
And the rulers band together against the Lord
And against his anointed, saying
Let us break their chains and throw off their shackles
The one enthroned in heaven laughs
The Lord scoffs at them
He rebukes them in his anger
And terrifies them in his wrath, saying
I have installed my king on Zion, my holy mountain
He said to me: You are my son
Today: I have become your father
Ask me and: I will make the nations your inheritance
The ends of the earth your possession
He said to me: You are my son
Today: I have become your father
You will break them with a rod of iron
You will dash them to pieces like pottery
Therefore you kings, be wise
Be warned, you rulers of the earth
Serve the Lord with fear
And celebrate his rule with trembling
Kiss his son, or he will be angry
And your way will lead to your destruction
For his wrath can flare up in a moment
Blessed are all who take refuge in him
