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.”

“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 will send forth the scepter of your virtue 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 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 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 he will not repent: “You are a priest forever, according to 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 has broken 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 between the nations; he will fill up ruination. He will shatter heads in the land of the many.

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 torrent on the way. Because of this, he will exalt the head.

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