1God, that spak sum tyme bi prophetis in many maneres to oure fadris, at the 2laste in these daies he hath spoke to vs bi the sone; whom he hath ordeyned eir of alle thingis, and bi whom he made the worldis. 3Which whanne also he is the briytnesse of glorie, and figure of his substaunce, and berith alle thingis bi word of his vertu, he makith purgacioun of synnes, and syttith on the riythalf of the maieste in heuenes; 4and so myche is maad betere than aungels, bi hou myche he hath eneritid a more dyuerse name bifor hem. 5For to whiche of the aungels seide God ony tyme, Thou art my sone, Y haue gendrid thee to dai? And eftsoone, Y schal be to hym in to a fadir, and he schal be to me in to a sone? 6And whanne eftsoone he bryngith in the firste bigetun sone in to the world, he seith, And alle the aungels of God worschipe hym. 7But he seith to aungels, He that makith hise aungels spiritis, and hise mynystris flawme of fier. 8But to the sone he seith, God, thi trone is in to the world of world; a yerde of equite is the yerde of thi rewme; 9thou hast louyd riytwisnesse, and hatidist wickidnesse; therfor the God, thi God, anoyntide thee with oile of ioye, more than thi felowis. 10And, Thou, Lord, in the bigynnyng foundidist the erthe, and heuenes ben werkis of thin hondis; thei schulen perische, 11but thou schalt perfitli dwelle; and alle schulen wexe elde as a cloth, and thou schalt chaunge hem as a cloth, 12and thei schulen be chaungid. But thou art the same thi silf, and thi yeeris schulen not faile. 13But to whiche of the aungels seide God at ony tyme, Sitte thou on my riythalf, till Y putte thin enemyes a stool of thi feet? 14Whether thei alle ben not seruynge spiritis, sente to seruen for hem that taken the eritage of heelthe?