Psalms 110

1 A Psalm of David. The LORD saith unto my lord: 'Sit thou at My right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool.'

The Lord said to my Lord: Sit thou at my right hand: Until I make thy enemies thy footstool.

2 The rod of Thy strength the LORD will send out of Zion: 'Rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.'

The Lord will send forth the sceptre of thy power out of Sion: rule thou in the midst of thy enemies.

3 Thy people offer themselves willingly in the day of thy warfare; in adornments of holiness, from the womb of the dawn, thine is the dew of thy youth.

With thee is the principality in the day of thy strength: in the brightness of the saints: from the womb before the day star I begot thee.

4 The LORD hath sworn, and will not repent: 'Thou art a priest for ever after the manner of Melchizedek.'

The Lord hath sworn, and he will not repent: Thou art a priest for ever according to the order of Melchisedech.

5 The Lord at thy right hand doth crush kings in the day of His wrath.

The Lord at thy right hand hath broken kings in the day of his wrath.

6 He will judge among the nations; He filleth it with dead bodies, He crusheth the head over a wide land.

He shall judge among nations, he shall fill ruins: he shall crush the heads in the land of the many.

7 He will drink of the brook in the way; therefore will he lift up the head.

He shall drink of the torrent in the way: therefore shall he lift up the head.