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 your footstool.”

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

The Lord will send forth the scepter of your virtue 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.

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.

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 he will not repent: “You are a priest forever, according to 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 has broken 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 between the nations; he will fill up ruination. He will shatter heads in the land of the many.

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

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