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.'

Yon Sòm David SENYÈ a di a Senyè mwen an: “Chita bò kote men dwat Mwen Jiskaske Mwen fè ènmi Ou yo vin yon machpye pou Ou.”

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

SENYÈ a va lonje baton wayal Ou a soti nan Sion e di: “Se pou ou renye nan mitan ènmi Ou yo”.

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.

Pèp Ou a va sèvi ak bòn volonte nan jou pouvwa Ou yo. Yo parèt an sentete, soti nan zantray maten an; ak jennes Ou, tankou lawouzaj gran maten an.

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

SENYÈ a fin sèmante. Li p ap chanje panse L: “Ou se yon prèt jis pou tout tan selon lòd Melchisédek.”

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

SENYÈ a sou men dwat ou. Li va kraze wa yo nan jou kòlè Li a.

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

Li va jije pami nasyon yo. Li fè gwo pil kadav yo, Li va brize tèt a chèf tout latè a.

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

Li va bwè nan flèv pandan L an wout; konsa, Li va leve tèt Li wo.