God, who at sundry times and in divers manners spake in time past unto the fathers by the prophets,

Who being the brightness of his glory, and the express image of his person, and upholding all things by the word of his power, when he had by himself purged our sins, sat down on the right hand of the Majesty on high;

For unto which of the angels said he at any time, Thou art my Son, this day have I begotten thee? And again, I will be to him a Father, and he shall be to me a Son?

And of the angels he saith, Who maketh his angels spirits, and his ministers a flame of fire.

Thou hast loved righteousness, and hated iniquity; therefore God, even thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fellows.

They shall perish; but thou remainest; and they all shall wax old as doth a garment;

But to which of the angels said he at any time, Sit on my right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool?