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.

A psalm of David. Yahweh says to my master, “Sit 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.

Yahweh will hold out the scepter of your strength from Zion; rule among 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 will follow you in holy garments of their own free will on the day of your power; from the womb of the dawn your youth will be to you like the dew.

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

Yahweh has sworn, and will not change: “You are a priest forever, after the manner of Melchizedek.”

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

The Lord is at your right hand. He will kill kings on the day of his anger.

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

He will judge the nations; he will fill the battlegrounds with dead bodies; he will kill the leaders in many countries.

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

He will drink of the brook along the road, and then he will lift his head up high after victory.