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.

The Lord said to my Lord: Sit thou at my right hand: Until I make thy enemies thy footstool.

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

The Lord will send forth the sceptre of thy power out of Sion: rule thou in the midst of thy enemies.

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.

With thee is the principality in the day of thy strength: in the brightness of the saints: from the womb before the day star I begot thee.

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

The Lord hath sworn, and he will not repent: Thou art a priest for ever according to the order of Melchisedech.

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

The Lord at thy right hand hath broken kings in the day of his wrath.

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

He shall judge among nations, he shall fill ruins: he shall crush the heads in the land of the many.

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

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