PSAL. CX. Second Meeter

THe Lord did say unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand Till I thine enemies make a stool whereon thy feet may stand. The Lord shall of thy strength the rod from out of Sion send; In middest of thine enemies, thy conquering power extend.

Thy people are in thy days power in holy beauties Free, As dew from early mornings womb thou hast thy youth to thee. The Lord hath sworn, and never will repent what he did say, By th' order of Melchisedeck thou art a priest for ay.

The Lord who is at thy right hand shall wounding strike through kings, Upon the day wherein that he his indignation brings. He shall among the heathen judge, and fill with bodies dead Great places: and o're many lands he shall strike through the head.

Out of the torrent he shall drink I' th' way he passeth by: Because of this therefore he shall lift up the head on high.