The Lord did say unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thy foes a stool, whereon thy feet may stand.
Of thy hands' works thou mad'st him lord, all under's feet didst lay;
How excellent in all the earth, Lord, our Lord, is thy name! Who hast thy glory far advanc'd above the starry frame.
From God let this be their reward that en'mies are to me, And their reward that speak against my soul maliciously.