Psalms 110

1 A Psalm by David. The LORD says to my Lord, “Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies your footstool for your feet.”

“A psalm of David.” Jehovah said to my lord, “Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thy foes thy footstool.”

2 The LORD will send out the rod of your strength out of Zion. Rule among your enemies.

Jehovah will extend the sceptre of thy power from Zion: Rule thou in the midst of thine enemies!

3 Your people offer themselves willingly in the day of your power, in holy array. Out of the womb of the morning, you have the dew of your youth.

Thy people shall be ready, when thou musterest thy forces, in holy splendor; Thy youth shall come forth like dew from the womb of the morning.

4 The LORD has sworn, and will not change his mind: “You are a priest forever in the order of Melchizedek.”

Jehovah hath sworn, and he will not repent: “Thou art a priest for ever, After the order of Melchisedeck!”

5 The Lord is at your right hand. He will crush kings in the day of his wrath.

The Lord is at thy right hand, He shall crush kings in the day of his wrath.

6 He will judge among the nations. He will heap up dead bodies. He will crush the ruler of the whole earth.

He shall execute justice among the nations; He shall fill them with dead bodies, He shall crush the heads of his enemies over many lands.

7 He will drink of the brook on the way; therefore he will lift up his head.

He shall drink of the brook in the way; Therefore shall he lift up his head.