Psalms 110

1 Jehovah says to my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand until I make thine enemies thy footstool.

Of David, a psalm. This said the Lord concerning my lord, “Sit at my right hand, till I set your foot on the neck of your foes.”

2 Jehovah will send forth the rod of thy strength out of Zion. Rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.

On Zion the Lord is wielding your sceptre of might, and charges you to rule over the foes that surround you.

3 Thy people offer themselves willingly in the day of thy power, in holy array. Out of the womb of the morning thou have the dew of thy youth.

The day that you march to battle your people will follow you gladly young warriors in holy array, like dew-drops, born of the morning.

4 Jehovah has sworn, and will not repent. Thou are a priest forever after the order of Melchizedek.

The Lord has sworn and will not repent, “As for you, you are priest for ever as Melchizedek was.”

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

By your side will the Lord shatter kings on the day of his wrath.

6 He will judge among the nations. He will fill with dead bodies. He will strike through the head in many countries.

He will execute judgment filling the valleys with dead, the broad fields with shattered heads.

7 He will drink of the brook in the way, therefore he will lift up the head.

He will drink of the brook by the way, and march onward with uplifted head.