Why this turmoil of nations,
with kings of the earth conspiring,
to snap their bonds
He whose throne is in heaven laughs,
Then he speaks to them in his wrath,
“This my king is installed by me,
I will tell of the Lord’s decree.
Only ask, and I make you the heir of the nations,
You will break them with sceptre of iron,
So now, you kings, be wise:
Serve the Lord in awe,
lest, angry, he hurl you to ruin;