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."

Hoe t’Iehovà amy Talèkoy: Miambesara an-tañan-kavanako etoa, ampara’ te anoeko atimpahe’o o rafelahi’oo.

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

Hirahe’ Iehovà boak’e Tsiône ao ty kobain-kaozara’o: Mifehea añivon-drafelahi’o eo!

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.

Hahimbañe ondati’oo amy andron-kaozara’oy, ami’ty havolonahen-kamasiñañe; boak’an-kovim-panjirik’ andro ao; ama’o ty zono-katora’o.

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

Nifanta t’Iehovà, vaho tsy hilesa: Mpisoroñe nainai’e irehe, ami’ty famosora’ i Melkizedeke.

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

I Tale am-pitàn-kavana’oy ty handemoke mpanjaka amy andron-kaviñera’ey.

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

Hizaka’e añivo’ o fifeheañeo ré, le ho lipore’e lolo ty ao, ho hotohotoe’e an-tane mienene ty loha maro.

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

Hikama rano an-torahañe añ’olon-dalañe eo re, vaho hampiandrae’e ty añ’ambone’e.