1 To David a chanting. Jehovah spake to my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand and I will set thine enemies the stool to thy feet
2 The rod of thy strength will Jehovah send out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.
3 Thy people were willing in the day of thy strength, in the splendors of holiness from the womb of the dawn: to thee the dew of thy childhood.
4 Jehovah sware and he will not lament, Thou a priest forever according to the manner of Melchizedeck.