Psalms 110

1 “By David, a psalm.” The Eternal saith unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I place thy enemies as a stool for thy feet.

Zaburi mar Daudi. Jehova Nyasaye nowachone Ruodha kama: “Bed e bada korachwich, nyaka chop aket wasiki e bwo tiendi.”

2 The staff of thy strength will the Eternal stretch forth out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thy enemies.

Jehova Nyasaye biro yaro lochni chakre Sayun; ibiro bedo gi loch e dier wasiki.

3 Thy people will bring freewill-gifts on the day of thy power, in the ornaments of holiness: as out of the bosom of the morning-dawn so is thine the dew of thy youth.

Jokedo magi biro bedo gi chuny moikore; gibiro riedo gokinyi kogwen gi duongʼ mamalo, kendo tekri nomedre odiechiengʼ kodiechiengʼ mana ka tho momoko e lum gokinyi.

4 The Lord hath sworn, and will not repent of it, Thou shalt be a priest for ever after the order of Malki-zedek.

Jehova Nyasaye osekwongʼore kendo ok nolok pache, osesingore niya, “In jadolo nyaka chiengʼ, koluwo kit dolo mar Melkizedek.”

5 The Lord at thy right hand crusheth kings on the day of his wrath.

Jehova Nyasaye ni e badi ma korachwich obiro loyo ruodhi chiengʼ ma mirimbe otuk.

6 He will judge among the nations—there shall be a fulness of corpses—he crusheth heads on a wide-spread land.

Obiro ngʼado bura ne ogendini, mi opiel joma otho achana-achana kotieko jotelo duto mag piny.

7 From the brook will he drink on the way: therefore will he lift up the head.

Obiro modho e aora matin manie bath yo, emomiyo noyud teko mi otingʼ wiye.