The Lord said to my lord :
Sit at my right hand,
until I make your enemies your footstool.
The Lord commits to you the sceptre of your power :
reign from Zion in the midst of your enemies.
Noble are you,
from the day of your birth upon the holy hill :
radiant are you, even from the womb,
in the morning dew of your youth.
The Lord has sworn and will not turn back :
You are a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek.
The king shall stand at your right hand, O Lord :
and shatter kings in the day of his wrath.
Glorious in majesty, he shall judge among the nations :
and shatter heads over a wide land.
He shall slake his thirst from the brook beside the way :
therefore shall he lift up his head.