Psalms 110

1 A PSALM OF DAVID. A declaration of YHWH to my Lord: “Sit at My right hand, Until I make Your enemies Your footstool.”

David’s. A Melody. The declaration of Yahweh to my Lord—Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thy foes thy footstool.

2 YHWH sends the rod of Your strength from Zion, Rule in the midst of Your enemies.

Thy sceptre of strength, will Yahweh extend out of Zion, Tread thou down, in the midst of thy foes.

3 Your people [are] free-will gifts in the day of Your strength, in the honors of holiness, From the womb, from the morning, You have the dew of Your youth.

Thy people, will freely offer themselves, in the day of thine army, —in the splendours of holiness, out of the womb of the dawn, To thee, [shall spring forth] the dew of thy youth.

4 YHWH has sworn, and does not relent, “You [are] a priest for all time, According to the order of Melchizedek.”

Yahweh, hath sworn—and will not repent, Thou, [shalt be] a priest unto times age-abiding, after the manner of Melchizedek.

5 The Lord on Your right hand struck kings In the day of His anger.

My Lord, on thy right hand, —hath shattered—in the day of his anger—kings;

6 He judges among the nations, He has completed the carcasses, Has struck the head over the mighty earth.

He will judge among the nations—full of dead bodies! He hath shattered the head over a land far extended:

7 He drinks from a brook in the way, Therefore He lifts up the head!

Of the torrent in the way, will he drink; —For this cause, will he lift up [his] head.