1 Jehovah said unto my Lord,
sit thou at my right hand,
until I make thy foes a stool,
whereon thy feet may stand.
2 The Lord shall out of Zion send
the rod of thy great power:
in midst of all thine enemies
be thou the governor.
3 A willing people in thy day
of power shall come to thee,
in holy beauties from morn’s womb;
thy youth like dew shall be.
4 The Lord himself hath made an oath,
and will repent him never,
of the order of Melchisedek
thou art a priest for ever.
5 The glorious and mighty Lord,
that sits at thy right hand,
shall, in his day of wrath, strike through
kings that do him withstand.
6 Among the nations he shall judge,
the places fill with dead;
and over broad and spacious lands
he shall strike down the head.
7 The brook that runneth in the way
with drink shall him supply;
and, for this cause, in triumph he
shall lift his head on high.
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