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.”

Of David, a psalm. This said the Lord concerning my lord, “Sit at my right hand, till I set your foot on the neck of your foes.”

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

On Zion the Lord is wielding your sceptre of might, and charges you to rule over the foes that surround you.

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.

The day that you march to battle your people will follow you gladly young warriors in holy array, like dew-drops, born of the morning.

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

The Lord has sworn and will not repent, “As for you, you are priest for ever as Melchizedek was.”

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

By your side will the Lord shatter 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 execute judgment filling the valleys with dead, the broad fields with shattered heads.

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

He will drink of the brook by the way, and march onward with uplifted head.