The LORDE sayde vnto my LORDE: Syt thou on my right hande, vntill I make thine enemies thy fotestole.

The LORDE shal sende the rodde of thy power out of Sion, be thou ruler euen in ye myddest amonge thine enemies.

In the daye of thy power shal thy people offre the frewill offeringes with an holy worshipe, ye dewe of thy byrth is of the wobe of the mornynge.

The LORDE sware, and wil not repent: Thou art a prest for euer after ye order of Melchisedec.

The LORDE vpon thy right honde, shal smyte euen kynges in the daye of his wrath.

He shal be iudge amoge the Heithen, he shal fyll them with deed bodies, and smyte in sonder the heades ouer dyuerse countres.

He shal drynke of the broke in the waye, therfore shal he lift vp his heade.