God which in time past, at sundrie tymes, and in diuers maners, spake vnto the fathers in the prophetes:
Hath in these last dayes, spoken vnto vs in the sonne, whom he hath appoynted heyre of all thynges, by whom also he made the worldes.
Who beyng the bryghtnesse of the glorie, and the very image of his substaunce, vpholdyng all thynges with the worde of his power, hauing by him selfe pourged our sinnes, hath syt on the ryght hande of the maiestie on hye:
Beyng so much more excellent then the Angels, as he hath by inheritaunce obtayned a more excellent name then they.
For vnto which of the Angels sayde he at any tyme: Thou art my sonne, this day haue I begotten thee?
And agayne, I wyll be to hym a father, and he shalbe to me a sonne?
And agayne, when he bryngeth in the first begotten sonne into the worlde, he saith: And let all the Angels of God worship hym.
And vnto the Angels he sayth: He maketh his Angels spirites, and his ministers a flambe of fyre.
But vnto the sonne [he sayth] Thy seate O God, [shalbe] for euer and euer: The scepter of thy kyngdome [is] a scepter of ryghteousnesse.
Thou hast loued ryghteousnesse, and hated iniquitie: Therfore God, euen thy God, hath annoynted thee with the oyle of gladnesse, aboue thy felowes.
And thou Lorde, in the begynnyng hast layde the foundation of the earth: And the heauens are the workes of thy handes:
They shall perishe, but thou endurest, and they shall waxe olde as doth a garment:
And as a vesture shalt thou folde the vp, and they shalbe chaunged: but thou art the same, & thy yeres shall not fayle.
But vnto which of ye Angels sayde he at any tyme: Sitte on my right hande, tyll I make thyne enemies thy foote stoole?
Are they not all ministring spirites, sent foorth into ministerie for their sakes which shalbe heyres of saluation?