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YHWH said to my Master, `Sit at My right hand, Until I make Your enemies a footstool for Your feet.`
YHWH sends Your mighty sceptre out of Tsiyon. Rule in the midst of Your enemies!
Your people volunteer in the day of Your might, In the splendours of set-apartness! From the womb, from the morning, You have the dew of Your youth!
YHWH has sworn and does not relent, `You are a priest forever According to the order of Malkitsedeq.`
YHWH at Your right hand Shall smite sovereigns in the day of His wrath.
He judges among the nations, He shall fill the nations with dead bodies, He shall crush the Head over the mighty earth!
He drinks of the stream by the wayside, Therefore He does lift up the head!