Why rage the heathen? and vain things why do the people mind?
The heathen rag'd tumultuously, the kingdoms moved were: The Lord God uttered his voice, the earth did melt for fear.
For they beyond their might 'gainst thee did plot mischief and wrong.
Then did I beat them small as dust before the wind that flies; And I did cast them out like dirt upon the street that lies.
The Lord of hosts upon our side doth constantly remain: The God of Jacob's our refuge, us safely to maintain.
I'll praise thee 'mong the people, Lord; 'mong nations sing will I:
Do not forget the voice of those that are thine enemies: Of those the tumult ever grows that do against thee rise.
Against thy chosen people they do crafty counsel take; And they against thy hidden ones do consultations make.