Psalms 110

1 The Lord said to my Lord: Sit thou at my right hand: Until I make thy enemies thy 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 sceptre of thy power out of Sion: rule thou in the midst of thy enemies.

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

3 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.

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

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

5 The Lord at thy right hand hath 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 shall judge among nations, he shall fill ruins: he shall crush the 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 shall drink of the torrent in the way: therefore shall he lift up the head.

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