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8 But vnto the sonne he sayth: Thy seate (O God) shalbe for euer and euer The scepter of thy kyngdome is a ryght scepter.
9 Thou hast loued ryghtewesnes, and hated iniquyte. Wherfore, God, euen thy God hath anoynted the with the oyle of gladnes aboue thy felowes.
10 And thou Lorde in the begynnynge hast layde the foundacyon of the erth. And the heauens are the workes of thy handes.
11 They shall perysshe, but thou endurest, But they all shall wexe olde also as doth a garment:
12 & as a vesture shalt thou chaunge them, & they shalbe chaunged. But thou art euen the same and thy yeres shall not fayle.
13 Unto whych of the angels sayde he at eny tyme: Syt on my ryght hande, tyll I make thyne enemyes thy fote stole?