Matthew(i)
8 But vnto the sonne he sayeth: God thy seate shall be for euer and euer. The cepter of thy kyngdome is a ryghte ceptre.
9 Thou hast loued ryghtuousnes, and hated inyquytye. Wherfore God, whiche is thy GOD, hath anoynted the wyth the oyle of gladnes aboue thy felowes.
10 And thou Lorde in the beginninge hast layed the foundacion of the earth. And the heauens are the workes of thy handes.
11 They shal peryshe, but thou shalt endure. They all shal wexe olde as doth a garment,
12 and as a vesture shalt thou chaunge them, and they shalbe chaunged. But thou arte alwayes, and thy yeares shal not fayle.
13 Vnto which of the Angels sayed he at anye tyme? Sitte on my ryghte hande, tyll I make thyne enemies thy fote stole.