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

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

3 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.

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

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

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

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