Coverdale(i) 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.