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A Psalm of David.
The LORD saith unto my lord: "Sit thou at My right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool."
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The rod of Thy strength the LORD will send out of Zion: "Rule thou in the midst of thine enemies."
3
Thy people offer themselves willingly in the day of thy warfare;
in adornments of holiness, from the womb of the dawn, thine is the dew of thy youth.
4
The LORD hath sworn, and will not repent: "Thou art a priest for ever after the manner of Melchizedek."
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The Lord at thy right hand doth crush kings in the day of His wrath.
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He will judge among the nations;
He filleth it with the dead bodies, He crusheth the head over a wide land.
7
He will drink of the brook in the way;
therefore will he lift up the head.