Psalms 110

1 A Psalm of David. The Lord said to my Lord, “Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies your footstool.”

The Lord said to my Lord: Sit thou at my right hand: Until I make thy enemies thy footstool.

2 The Lord will send forth the scepter of your virtue from Zion. Rule in the midst of your enemies.

The Lord will send forth the sceptre of thy power out of Sion: rule thou in the midst of thy enemies.

3 It is with you from the beginning, in the day of your virtue, in the splendor of the saints. From conception, before the light-bearer, I begot you.

With thee is the principality in the day of thy strength: in the brightness of the saints: from the womb before the day star I begot thee.

4 The Lord has sworn, and he will not repent: “You are a priest forever, according to the order of Melchizedek.”

The Lord hath sworn, and he will not repent: Thou art a priest for ever according to the order of Melchisedech.

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

The Lord at thy right hand hath broken kings in the day of his wrath.

6 He will judge between the nations; he will fill up ruination. He will shatter heads in the land of the many.

He shall judge among nations, he shall fill ruins: he shall crush the heads in the land of the many.

7 He will drink from the torrent on the way. Because of this, he will exalt the head.

He shall drink of the torrent in the way: therefore shall he lift up the head.