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 unto my Lord, Sit you at my right hand, until I make your enemies your 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 shall send the rod of your strength out of Zion: rule you in the midst of your 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.

Your people shall be willing in the day of your power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning: you have the dew of your youth.

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 has sworn, and will not repent, You are a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek.

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

The Lord at your right hand shall strike through 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 the heathen, he shall fill the places with the dead bodies; he shall wound the heads over many countries.

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

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