1Why are the haters so mad, and why are people trippin' on dumb stuff?

2The kings are all like, “We’re gonna team up against the Lord and his squad.”

3Let’s break free from their rules and ditch their vibes.

4The one chillin' in the sky is just laughing: the Lord's got them all shook.

5Then He’s gonna drop some truth on them when he’s super upset.

6But I’ve got my king set up on my holy spot, Zion.

7I’m gonna spill the tea: the Lord said to me, “You’re my Son; today’s your day.”

8Just ask me, and I’ll give you the nations as your fam, and the whole earth as your turf.

9You’ll smash them like clay pots with a strong stick; they won’t stand a chance.

10So listen up, kings: get schooled, you judges of the earth.

11Serve the Lord with some respect, and vibe out with a little fear.

12Show love to the Son, or he might get mad, and you’ll be outta here. Blessed are those who trust him, no cap.

1Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?

2The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord, and against his anointed, saying,

3Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.

4He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision.

5Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure.

6Yet have I set my king upon my holy hill of Zion.

7I will declare the decree: the Lord hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; this day have I begotten thee.

8Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.

9Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.

10Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth.

11Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling.

12Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.