Psalms 110

1 A Psalm of David. The LORD said to my Lord: “Sit at My right hand until I make Your enemies a footstool for Your feet.”

“By David, a psalm.” The Eternal saith unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I place thy enemies as a stool for thy feet.

2 The LORD extends Your mighty scepter from Zion: “Rule in the midst of Your enemies.”

The staff of thy strength will the Eternal stretch forth out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thy enemies.

3 Your people shall be willing on Your day of battle. Arrayed in holy splendor, from the womb of the dawn, to You belongs the dew of Your youth.

Thy people will bring freewill-gifts on the day of thy power, in the ornaments of holiness: as out of the bosom of the morning-dawn so is thine the dew of thy youth.

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

The Lord hath sworn, and will not repent of it, Thou shalt be a priest for ever after the order of Malki-zedek.

5 The Lord is at Your right hand; He will crush kings in the day of His wrath.

The Lord at thy right hand crusheth kings on the day of his wrath.

6 He will judge the nations, heaping up the dead; He will crush the leaders far and wide.

He will judge among the nations—there shall be a fulness of corpses—he crusheth heads on a wide-spread land.

7 He will drink from the brook by the road; therefore He will lift up His head.

From the brook will he drink on the way: therefore will he lift up the head.