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.'

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

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

Jehovah will extend the sceptre of thy power from Zion: Rule thou in the midst of thine 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.

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

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

5 The Lord at thy right hand doth crush 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 will judge among the nations; He filleth it with dead bodies, He crusheth the head over a wide land.

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

He shall drink of the brook in the way; Therefore shall he lift up his head.