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.

“By David, a psalm.” The Eternal saith unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I place thy enemies as a stool for thy feet.

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

The staff of thy strength will the Eternal stretch forth out of Zion: 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.

Thy people will bring freewill-gifts on the day of thy power, in the ornaments of holiness: as out of the bosom of the morning-dawn so is thine the dew of thy youth.

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 will not repent of it, Thou shalt be a priest for ever after the order of Malki-zedek.

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

The Lord at thy right hand crusheth kings on 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 among the nations—there shall be a fulness of corpses—he crusheth heads on a wide-spread land.

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

From the brook will he drink on the way: therefore will he lift up the head.