[A Psalm of David.] The LORD said unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool.

But those mine enemies, which would not that I should reign over them, bring hither, and slay {them} before me.

And the armies {which were} in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean.

The Lord at thy right hand shall strike through kings in the day of his wrath.

Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing? {rage: or, tumultuously assemble} {imagine: Heb. meditate}

They that dwell in the wilderness shall bow before him; and his enemies shall lick the dust.

Thine hand shall find out all thine enemies: thy right hand shall find out those that hate thee.

For my love they are my adversaries: but I {give myself unto} prayer.

From henceforth expecting till his enemies be made his footstool.