^8-9But he says to the Son,

You're God, and on the throne for good;

your rule makes everything right.

You love it when things are right;

you hate it when things are wrong.

That is why God, your God,

poured fragrant oil on your head,

Marking you out as king,

far above your dear companions.

^10-12And again to the Son,

You, Master, started it all, laid earth's foundations,

then crafted the stars in the sky.

Earth and sky will wear out, but not you;

they become threadbare like an old coat;

You'll fold them up like a worn-out cloak,

and lay them away on the shelf.

But you'll stay the same, year after year;

you'll never fade, you'll never wear out.

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