Psalms 110

1 A psalm of David. The Lord said to my Lord, “Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies a footstool for you.”

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 expand your royal power from Zion; you will rule over your enemies.

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

3 Your people willingly follow you on the day when your power is revealed on the holy mountains, renewed in strength every morning like dew at dawn.

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 made a vow he will not break: “You are a priest forever, following 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 stands right beside you to support you; he will strike down kings in his anger.

The Lord at thy right hand doth crush kings in the day of His wrath.

6 He will execute judgment on the nations, filling their lands with corpses. He will strike down those who rule all over the earth.

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 streams beside the path. Therefore he will be victorious.

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