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A Psalm of David.
1The Lord saith unto my lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool. 2The Lord shall send forth the rod of thy strength out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thine enemies. 3Thy people offer themselves willingly in the day of thy power: in the beauties of holiness, from the womb of the morning, thou hast the dew of thy youth. 4The Lord hath sworn, and will not repent, Thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek. 5The Lord at thy right hand shall strike through kings in the day of his wrath. 6He shall judge among the nations, he shall fill the places with dead bodies; he shall strike through the head in many countries. 7He shall drink of the brook in the way: therefore shall he lift up the head.