The glorious and mighty Lord, that sits at thy right hand, Shall, in his day of wrath, strike through kings that do him withstand.
Before me still the Lord I set: sith it is so that he Doth ever stand at my right hand, I shall not moved be.
When there th' Almighty scatter'd kings, like Salmon's snow 'twas white.
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.
The spearmen's host, the multitude of bulls, which fiercely look, Those calves which people have forth sent, O Lord our God, rebuke, Till ev'ry one submit himself, and silver pieces bring: The people that delight in war disperse, O God and King.
From God let this be their reward that en'mies are to me, And their reward that speak against my soul maliciously.