Psalm 110

VNto my Lord, the Lord, thus spake,
Sitt downe at my right hand;
And, of thy foes, I'le footstooles make,
Whereon thy feet shall stand.
The Lord, shall out of Syon bring,
The scepter of thy might;
And, over them thou shalt be king,
Who now resist thy right.

On thy great Day, in serving thee,
Men, willing mindes will shewe;
And, from the wombe, thy birth shall be,
As is the morninge dewe.
The Lord, hath sworne, (& will nor check,
Nor change the word he swore)
Thou art, (as was Melchizedek)
A preist, for evermore.

The Lord, shall smite when wroth he growes
Great kings, at thy righthand.
The Gentiles judge, &, slay his foes
Which are in ev'ry land.
The heads of kingdomes he shall slay;
And, as he passeth-by,
Shall drinck the Torrent in the way,
And, raise his head on high.