(Of David. A psalm.✻ )
To the Master I serve the Lord’s promise was given, Sit here at my right hand while I make thy enemies a footstool under thy feet.

The Lord will make thy empire spring up like a branch out of Sion; thou art to bear rule in the midst of thy enemies.

From birth, princely state shall be thine, holy and glorious; thou art my son, born like dew before the day-star rises.

The Lord has sworn an oath there is no retracting, Thou art a priest for ever in the line of Melchisedech.✻

At thy right hand, the Lord will beat down kings in the day of his vengeance;

he will pass sentence on the nations, heap high the bodies, scatter far and wide the heads of the slain.

Let him but drink of the brook by the wayside, he will lift up his head in victory.✻