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 by David. The LORD says to my Lord, “Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies your footstool for your feet.”

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 out the rod of your strength out of Zion. Rule amongst 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 offer themselves willingly in the day of your power, in holy array. Out of 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 change his mind: “You are a priest forever in the order 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 crush 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 will judge amongst the nations. He will heap up dead bodies. He will crush the ruler of the whole earth.

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

He will drink of the brook on the way; therefore he will lift up his head.