¶ 1 A Psalme of David. The Lord said vnto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, vntill I make thine enemies thy footestoole.
2 The Lord shall send the rod of thy power out of Zion: be thou ruler in the middes of thine enemies.
3 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.