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.