Luke 20:43
tyll I make thine enemys thy fothe stole.
tyll I make thine enemys thy fothe stole.
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34 For David is not ascendyd into heave: but he sayde. The Lorde sayde to my Lorde sit on my right honde
35 vntill I make thy fooes thy fote stole.
43 He sayde vnto the: how then doeth David in spirite call him Lorde sayinge?
44 The Lorde sayde to my Lorde syt on my right honde: tyll I make thyne enemyes thy fote stole.
45 Yf David call him Lorde: how is he then his sonne?
36 for David him selfe inspyred with the holy goost sayde: The Lorde sayde to my Lorde syt on my right honde tyll I make thyne enemyes thy fote stole.
37 Then David hym silfe calleth him Lorde: and by what meanes is he then his sonne? And moche people hearde him gladly.
13 and from hence forth tarieth till his foes be made his fotestole.
41 Then sayde he vnto them: how saye they that Christ is Davids sonne?
42 And David him selfe sayth in the boke of the Psalmes: The Lorde sayde vnto my Lorde syt on my right honde
13 Vnto which of the angels sayde he at eny tyme? Sit on my ryght honde tyll I make thyne enemyes thy fote stole.
44 Seinge David calleth him Lorde: How is he then his sonne.
25 For he must raygne tyll he have put all his enemyes vnder his fete.
27 Moreover those myne enemys which wolde not that I shuld raigne over them bringe hidder and slee them before me.
8 Thou hast put all thynges in subieccion vnder his fete. In that he put all thynges vnder him he left nothynge that is not put vnder him.
8 But vnto the sonne he sayth: God thy seate shalbe forever and ever. The cepter of thy kyngdome is a right cepter.