A psalm of David.
1 The Lord did say unto my Lord,
sit thou at my right hand:
till I thine enemies make a stool
whereon thy feet may stand.
2 The Lord the rod shall of thy strength
send from out of Sion:
in middest of thine enemies
have thou dominion.
3 Willing thy folk in thy days power,
in holy beauties be:
from mornings womb; thou hast the dew
of thy youth unto thee.
4 Jehovah sware, nor will repent,
thou are a Priest for aye:
after the order that I of
Melchizedek did say.
5 The Lord who is at thy right hand.
wounding shall strike through Kings
in that same day wherein that he
his indignation brings.
6 He shall among the heathen judge,
and fill with bodies dead
great places, and o’re many lands
he shall strike through the head.
7 Out of the torrent he shall drink
I’th way he passeth by:
because of this therefore he shall
lift up his head on high.