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 you 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 shall send the rod of your strength out of Zion: rule you in the middle 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 in the day of your power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning: you have 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 repent, You are a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek.

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

The Lord at your right hand shall strike through 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 the heathen, he shall fill the places with the dead bodies; he shall wound the heads over many countries.

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

He shall drink of the brook in the way: therefore shall he lift up the head.