Psalms 110:1-4

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.