Luke 20:43

Until I make thy foes thy footstool.

Wherefore have nations assembled in tumult? Or should, peoples, mutter an empty thing?

Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.

Before him, let the men of the desert kneel, But, as for his foes, the dust, let them lick;

For my love, they have been accusing me, while, I, was at prayer:

The declaration of Yahweh to my Lord - Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thy foes thy footstool.

My Lord, on thy right hand, - hath shattered - in the day of his anger - kings;

But, these mine enemies who desired not that I should be made king over them, bring ye here, and slay them outright before me.

And, the armies which were in heaven, were following him, upon white horses, clothed with fine linen, white, pure;

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