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 salm of Dauith. The Lord seide to my Lord; Sitte thou on my riyt side. Til Y putte thin enemyes; a stool of thi 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 schal sende out fro Syon the yerde of thi vertu; be thou lord in the myddis of thin enemyes.

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.

The bigynnyng is with thee in the dai of thi vertu, in the briytnessis of seyntis; Y gendride thee of the wombe before the dai sterre.

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 swoor, and it schal not repente him; Thou art a preest with outen ende, bi the ordre of Melchisedech.

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

The Lord on thi riyt side; hath broke kyngis in the dai of his veniaunce.

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

He schal deme among naciouns, he schal fille fallyngis; he schal schake heedis in the lond of many men.

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

He dranke of the stronde in the weie; therfor he enhaunside the heed.