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.” Jehovah said to my lord, “Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thy foes thy footstool.”

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

Jehovah will extend the sceptre of thy power from Zion: Rule thou in the midst of thine 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 shall be ready, when thou musterest thy forces, in holy splendor; Thy youth shall come forth like dew from the womb of the morning.

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

Jehovah hath sworn, and he will not repent: “Thou art a priest for ever, After the order of Melchisedeck!”

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

The Lord is at thy right hand, He shall 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 shall execute justice among the nations; He shall fill them with dead bodies, He shall crush the heads of his enemies over many lands.

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 his head.