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.

Faarfannaa Daawit. Waaqayyo, gooftaa kootiin: “Hamma ani diinota kee ejjeta miilla keetii godhutti, karaa mirga koo taaʼi” jedhe.

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

Waaqayyo, “Diinota kee gidduutti moʼi” jedhee bokkuu aangoo keetii Xiyoonii siif erga.

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.

Gaafa ati waraanaaf baatu, loltoonni kee fedhee isaaniitiin si faana qajeelu. Ati gadameessa ganamaa keessaa, surraa qulqulluu gonfattee fixeensa dargaggummaa keetii qabaatta.

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

Waaqayyo, “Akka sirna Malkiiseedeqitti, ati luba bara baraa ti” jedhee kakateera. Inni yaada isaa hin geeddaru.

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

Gooftaan karaa harka kee mirgaa jira; inni guyyaa dheekkamsa isaatti mootota ni burkuteessa.

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

Inni reeffa tuuluudhaan, bulchitoota guutummaa lafaa barbadeessuudhaan sabootatti mura.

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

Innis laga karaa cina jiru keessaa ni dhuga; kanaafuu mataa ol qabata.