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.