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.

David ƒe ha. Yehowa gblɔ na nye Aƒetɔ la be, “Nɔ anyi ɖe nye nuɖusime, va se ɖe esime matsɔ wò futɔwo awɔ wò afɔɖodzinui.”

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

Yehowa adidi wò ŋusẽ ƒe fiatikplɔ ɖe edzi tso Zion, eye àɖu fia le wò futɔwo dome.

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.

Wò aʋakɔwo alɔ̃ faa ade megbe na wò le wò aʋakpegbe. Ànɔ atsyɔ̃ɖoɖo kɔkɔe, si do go tso fɔŋli ƒe dɔ me ke la me, axɔ wò ɖekakpuimezãmu.

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

Yehowa ka atam, eye matrɔ eƒe susu akpɔ o, be “Wòe nye nunɔla tegbee, le Melkizedek ƒe ɖoɖo la nu.”

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

Aƒetɔ la le wò nuɖusime, agbã fiawo nyanyanya le eƒe dɔmedzoeŋkeke la dzi.

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

Adrɔ̃ ʋɔnu dukɔwo, eye wòali kɔ woƒe kukuawo, nenema ke wòagbã dziɖulawo le anyigba blibo la dzi.

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

Ano tsi le tɔʋu si le mɔto la me, eya ta afɔ eƒe ta dzi.