| Chapter 110 |
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Jehovah saith unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thine enemies thy footstool. |
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Jehovah will send forth the rod of thy strength out of Zion: Rule thou in the midst of thine enemies. |
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Thy people offer themselves willingly In the day of thy power, in holy array: Out of the womb of the morning Thou hast the dew of thy youth. |
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Jehovah hath sworn, and will not repent: Thou art a priest for ever After the order of Melchizedek. |
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The Lord at thy right hand Will strike through kings in the day of his wrath. |
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He will judge among the nations, He will fill the places with dead bodies; He will strike through the head in many countries. |
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He will drink of the brook in the way: Therefore will he lift up the head. Psalm 111 |