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.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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