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.”

David’s. A Melody. The declaration of Yahweh to my Lord—Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thy foes thy footstool.

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

Thy sceptre of strength, will Yahweh extend out of Zion, Tread thou down, in the midst of thy foes.

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 freely offer themselves, in the day of thine army, —in the splendours of holiness, out of the womb of the dawn, To thee, [shall spring forth] 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.”

Yahweh, hath sworn—and will not repent, Thou, [shalt be] a priest unto times age-abiding, after the manner of Melchizedek.

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

My Lord, on thy right hand, —hath shattered—in the day of his anger—kings;

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—full of dead bodies! He hath shattered the head over a land far extended:

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

Of the torrent in the way, will he drink; —For this cause, will he lift up [his] head.