Psalms 110

1 A Psalme of David. The Lord said vnto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, vntill I make thine enemies thy footestoole.

A Psalm of David. The LORD said to my Lord: “Sit at My right hand until I make Your enemies a footstool for Your feet.”

2 The Lord shall send the rod of thy power out of Zion: be thou ruler in the middes of thine enemies.

The LORD extends Your mighty scepter from Zion: “Rule in the midst of Your enemies.”

3 Thy people shall come willingly at the time of assembling thine armie in holy beautie: the youth of thy wombe shalbe as the morning dewe.

Your people shall be willing on Your day of battle. Arrayed in holy splendor, from the womb of the dawn, to You belongs the dew of Your youth.

4 The Lord sware and wil not repent, Thou art a Priest for euer after ye order of Melchi-zedek.

The LORD has sworn and will not change His mind: “You are a priest forever in the order of Melchizedek.”

5 The Lord, that is at thy right hand, shall wound Kings in the day of his wrath.

The Lord is at Your right hand; He will crush kings in the day of His wrath.

6 He shalbe iudge among the heathen: he shall fill all with dead bodies, and smite the head ouer great countreis.

He will judge the nations, heaping up the dead; He will crush the leaders far and wide.

7 He shall drinke of the brooke in the way: therefore shall he lift vp his head.

He will drink from the brook by the road; therefore He will lift up His head.