[A psalme of Dauid.]
God sayd vnto my Lorde: sit thou on my right hande, vntyll I make thyne enemies thy footestoole.
God wyll sende the scepter of his power out of Sion: rule thou in the midst of thyne enemies.
Thy people wyll be very wyllyng in the time [of shewing] thy most mightie power with a beautifull holynes: the deawe of thy byrth is to thee from the wombe [as] from the morning.
God sware and he wyll not repent: thou art a priest for euer after the order of Melchisedec.
The Lorde at thy right hande: wyll wounde euen kinges in the day of his wrath.
He wyll iudge the Heathen: he wyll fill euery place with dead bodyes, he wyll smyte the head of a great countrey.
He wyll drinke of the swyft running brooke in the way: therfore he wyll lift vp his head.