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44 The Lord sayd vnto my Lorde syt the on my ryght hande tyll I make thyne enemyes thy foote stoole.
45 If Dauid then, call him Lord, how is he then his sonne?
46 And no man was able to answere him anye thing: nether durste eny man (from that daye forth) aske him any moo questions.