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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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