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.'

Of David, a psalm. This said the Lord concerning my lord, “Sit at my right hand, till I set your foot on the neck of your foes.”

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

On Zion the Lord is wielding your sceptre of might, and charges you to rule over the foes that surround you.

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.

The day that you march to battle your people will follow you gladly young warriors in holy array, like dew-drops, born of the morning.

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

The Lord has sworn and will not repent, “As for you, you are priest for ever as Melchizedek was.”

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

By your side will the Lord shatter kings on 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 will execute judgment filling the valleys with dead, the broad fields with shattered heads.

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

He will drink of the brook by the way, and march onward with uplifted head.