Psalms 110

1 THE Lord said unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool.

David’s. A Melody. The declaration of Yahweh to my Lord—Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thy foes thy footstool.

2 The Lord shall send the rod of thy strength out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.

Thy sceptre of strength, will Yahweh extend out of Zion, Tread thou down, in the midst of thy foes.

3 Thy people shall be willing in the day of thy power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning: thou hast the dew of thy youth.

Thy people, will freely offer themselves, in the day of thine army, —in the splendours of holiness, out of the womb of the dawn, To thee, [shall spring forth] the dew of thy youth.

4 The Lord hath sworn, and will not repent, Thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek.

Yahweh, hath sworn—and will not repent, Thou, [shalt be] a priest unto times age-abiding, after the manner of Melchizedek.

5 The Lord at thy right hand shall strike through kings in the day of his wrath.

My Lord, on thy right hand, —hath shattered—in the day of his anger—kings;

6 He shall judge among the heathen, he shall fill the places with the dead bodies; he shall wound the heads over many countries.

He will judge among the nations—full of dead bodies! He hath shattered the head over a land far extended:

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

Of the torrent in the way, will he drink; —For this cause, will he lift up [his] head.