All Entwined
Why do the nations scheme and plot in vain?
The kings arise; their ploys are all entwined
Against the Lord, his purposes disdained,
In lawless fighting, shackled by their minds.
The one who sits on high is most amused,
But woe to objects of his scornful laugh.
The king, his son, sent forth and yet refused,
Rebukes and terrifies them in his wrath.
I send you as a father sends a son,
And all the world subject beneath your feet.
The nations will bow down, yes, every one.
Your iron rule is total and complete.
Therefore, oh kings, take heed, be still and hear;
With trembling, celebrate his ruling hand.
Destruction if you cross him, certain, near;
For those who find His rest, the promised land.
(from Psalm 2)
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