Why do the nations rage And the peoples plot in vain The kings of the earth set themselves And the rulers take counsel together Against the Lord and Against his anointed, saying Let us burst their bonds apart And cast away their cords from us He who sits in the heavens laughs The Lord holds them in derision Then he will speak to them in his wrath And terrify them in his fury, saying As for me, I have set my king on Zion, my holy hill For me, I have set my king on Zion, my holy hill For me, I have set my king on Zion, my holy hill For me, I have set my king on Zion, my holy hill I will tell of the decree The Lord said to me You are my Son, today I have begotten you Ask of me, and I will make The nations your heritage And the ends of the earth Your possession You shall break them with a rod of iron And dash them into pieces Like a potter's vessel As for me, I have set my king on Zion, my holy hill For me, I have set my king on Zion Now therefore, O kings, be wise Be warned, O rulers of the earth Serve the Lord with fear And rejoice with trembling Kiss the Son, lest he be angry And you perish in the way For his wrath is quickly kindled Blessed are all who take refuge in him Take refuge in him