The Book of Psalms

A Psalme of David. The Lord said vnto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, vntill I make thine enemies thy footestoole.

The Lord shall send the rod of thy power out of Zion: be thou ruler in the middes of thine enemies.

Thy people shall come willingly at the time of assembling thine armie in holy beautie: the youth of thy wombe shalbe as the morning dewe.

The Lord sware and wil not repent, Thou art a Priest for euer after ye order of Melchi-zedek.

The Lord, that is at thy right hand, shall wound Kings in the day of his wrath.

He shalbe iudge among the heathen: he shall fill all with dead bodies, and smite the head ouer great countreis.

He shall drinke of the brooke in the way: therefore shall he lift vp his head.

The LORD says to my Lord, “Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies your footstool for your feet.”

The LORD will send out the rod of your strength out of Zion. Rule among your enemies.

Your people offer themselves willingly in the day of your power, in holy array. Out of the womb of the morning, you have the dew of your youth.

The LORD has sworn, and will not change his mind: “You are a priest forever in the order of Melchizedek.”

The Lord is at your right hand. He will crush kings in the day of his wrath.

He will judge among the nations. He will heap up dead bodies. He will crush the ruler of the whole earth.

He will drink of the brook on the way; therefore he will lift up his head.