Psalms 110

1 [A Psalm by David.] Jehovah says to my Lord, "Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies a footstool for your feet."

Of David, a psalm. This said the Lord concerning my lord, ‘Sit at my right hand, till I set your foot on the neck of your foes.’

2 Jehovah will send forth the rod of your strength out of Zion. Rule in the midst of your enemies.

On Zion the Lord is wielding your sceptre of might, and charges you to rule over the foes that surround you.

3 Your people offer themselves willingly on the day of your power. On the holy mountains at sunrise the dew of your youth will be yours.

The day that you march to battle your people will follow you gladly young warriors in holy array, like dew-drops, born of the morning.

4 Jehovah has sworn, and will not change his mind: "You are a priest forever in the order of Melchizedek."

The Lord has sworn and will not repent, ‘As for you, you are priest for ever as Melchizedek was.’

5 Jehovah is at your right hand. He will crush kings in the day of his wrath.

By your side will the Lord shatter kings on the day of his wrath.

6 He will judge among the nations. He will heap up dead bodies. He will shatter the head throughout a vast territory.

He will execute judgment filling the valleys with dead, the broad fields with shattered heads.

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

He will drink of the brook by the way, and march onward with uplifted head.