Matthew 22:45
Yf David call him Lorde: how is he then his sonne?
Yf David call him Lorde: how is he then his sonne?
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40 And after that durst they not axe him eny question at all.
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
43 tyll I make thine enemys thy fothe stole.
44 Seinge David calleth him Lorde: How is he then his sonne.
45 Then in the audience of all the people he sayde vnto his disciples
41 Whyll the Pharises were gaddered togeder Iesus axed
42 the sayinge: what thinke ye of Christ? Whose sonne is he? They sayde vnto him: the sonne of David.
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.
35 And Iesus answered and sayde teachynge in the temple: how saye the Scribes yt Christ is the sonne of David?
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.
46 And none coulde answere him ageyne one worde: nether dueste eny from that daye forth axe him eny moo questions.
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.
23 And all the people were amased and sayde: Ys not this that sonne of David?
61 And he helde his peace and answered noothinge. Agayne the hyeste Preste axed him and sayde vnto him: Arte thou Christ the sonne of the blessed?
5 For vnto which of the angels sayde he ateny tyme: Thou arte my sonne this daye be gate I the? And agayne: I will be his father and he shalbe my sonne.
68 And yf also I axe you ye will not answere me or let me goo.
69 Herafter shall the sonne of man sit on the ryght honde of the power of God.
70 Then sayde they all: Arte thou then the sonne of God? He sayd to them: ye saye yt I am.
28 Wherfore the sonne of man is Lorde eve of the Saboth daye.
35 If he called the goddes vnto whom the worde of God was spoken (and the scripture can not be broken)
32 He shalbe greate and shalbe called the sonne of the hyest. And ye LORde God shall geve vnto him the seate of his father David
2 and spake vnto him sayinge. Tell vs by what auctorite thou doest these thinges? Ether who is he yt gave ye this auctorite?
5 And he sayde vnto them: The sonne of man is Lorde of the saboth daye.
30 Therfore seinge he was a Prophet and knewe that God had sworne with an othe to him that the frute of his loynes shuld sit on his seat (in that Christ shulde ryse agayne in the flesshe)
35 and one of them which was a doctoure of lawe axed a question teptinge h m and sayinge:
23 And when he was come into the teple the chefe prestes and the elders of the people came vnto him as he was teachinge and sayde: by what auctorite doest thou these thinges? and who gave the this power?
3 And Iesus answered them and sayde: Have ye not redde what David dyd when he him sylfe was anhungred and they which were with him:
13 Vnto which of the angels sayde he at eny tyme? Sit on my ryght honde tyll I make thyne enemyes thy fote stole.
63 But Iesus helde his peace: And the chefe Preeste answered and sayd to him: I charge the in the name of the lyvinge God that thou tell vs whether thou be Christ the sonne of God.
16 And he sayde vnto the Scribes: what dispute ye with them?
28 and sayd vnto him: by what auctorite doest thou these thinges? and who gave the this auctorite to do these thinges?
5 Even so lykewise Christ glorified not him silfe to be made the hye prest: but he that sayde vnto him: thou arte my sonne this daye begat I the glorified him.
49 When they which were about him sawe what wolde folow they sayde vnto him. Lorde shall we smite with swearde.
8 For ye sonne of man is lord even of ye saboth daye.
8 But vnto the sonne he sayth: God thy seate shalbe forever and ever. The cepter of thy kyngdome is a right cepter.