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. Yahweh says to my master, “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.

Yahweh will hold out the scepter of your strength from Zion; rule among 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 will follow you in holy garments of their own free will on the day of your power; from the womb of the dawn your youth will be to you like the dew.

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

Yahweh has sworn, and will not change: “You are a priest forever, after the manner 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 will kill kings on the day of his anger.

6 He shalbe iudge among the heathen: he shall fill all with dead bodies, and smite the head ouer great countreis.

He will judge the nations; he will fill the battlegrounds with dead bodies; he will kill the leaders in many countries.

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

He will drink of the brook along the road, and then he will lift his head up high after victory.