Till I make thine enemies the footstool of thy feet.
The LORD saith unto my lord, Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thine enemies thy footstool.
They that dwell in the wilderness shall bow before him; And his enemies shall lick the dust.
Howbeit these mine enemies, which would not that I should reign over them, bring hither, and slay them before me.
David therefore calleth him Lord, and how is he his son?