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.

Psalmus David. Dixit Dominus Domino meo: Sede a dextris meis, donec ponam inimicos tuos scabellum pedum tuorum.

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

Virgam virtutis tuæ emittet Dominus ex Sion: dominare in medio inimicorum tuorum.

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.

Tecum principium in die virtutis tuæ in splendoribus sanctorum: ex utero, ante luciferum, genui te.

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

Juravit Dominus, et non pœnitebit eum: Tu es sacerdos in æternum secundum ordinem Melchisedech.

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

Dominus a dextris tuis; confregit in die iræ suæ reges.

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

Judicabit in nationibus, implebit ruinas; conquassabit capita in terra multorum.

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

De torrente in via bibet; propterea exaltabit caput.