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.”

A Psalm of David. The LORD saith unto my lord: 'Sit thou at My right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool.'

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

The rod of Thy strength the LORD will send out of Zion: 'Rule thou in the midst of thine 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.

Thy people offer themselves willingly in the day of thy warfare; in adornments of holiness, from the womb of the dawn, thine is the dew of thy youth.

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 will not repent: 'Thou art a priest for ever after the manner of Melchizedek.'

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

The Lord at thy right hand doth crush 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 will judge among the nations; He filleth it with dead bodies, He crusheth the head over a wide land.

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

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