Until I make thy foes thy footstool.
But, these mine enemies who desired not that I should be made king over them, bring ye here, and slay them outright before me.
David’s. A Melody. The declaration of Yahweh to my Lord—Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thy foes thy footstool.
Before him, let the men of the desert kneel, But, as for his foes, the dust, let them lick;
David, therefore, calleth, him Lord: How, then, his son, is he?
