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.

Abụ Ọma Devid. Onyenwe anyị gwara Onyenwe m okwu sị ya: “Nọdụ ala nʼaka nri m ruo mgbe m ga-eme ndị iro gị ihe mgbakwasị ụkwụ nye ụkwụ gị.”

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

Onyenwe anyị ga-eme ka ike ọchịchị gị site na Zayọn ruo ala ndị ọzọ; ị ga-achị nʼetiti ndị iro gị niile.

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.

Nʼụbọchị ị ga-ebu agha, ndị agha gị niile ga-ahọrọ nʼonwe ha i soro gị. Ndị yikwasịrị ịma mma nke ịdị nsọ ka uwe, bụ ụmụ okorobịa gị ga-abịakwute gị dịka igirigi site nʼafọ ụtụtụ.

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

Onyenwe anyị aṅụọla iyi, ọ gaghị agbanwe uche ya: “Gị onwe gị bụ onye nchụaja ruo mgbe ebighị ebi, nʼusoro Melkizedek.”

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

Onyenwe anyị nọ nʼaka nri gị. Ọ ga-egwepịa ndị eze nʼụbọchị oke iwe ya.

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

Ọ ga-ekpe mba niile ikpe, na-atụkọta ndị nwụrụ anwụ, ma gwepịa ndị na-achị achị nʼelu ụwa niile.

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

Ọ ga-aṅụ mmiri site nʼiyi nta nke dị nʼakụkụ ụzọ; nʼihi nke a, ọ ga-eweli isi ya elu.