Psalms 110

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

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 The LORD will send forth the rod of your strength out of 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 offer themselves willingly on the day of your power. On the holy mountains at sunrise the dew of your youth will be yours.

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 The LORD has sworn, and will not change his mind: "You are a priest forever in 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 is at your right hand. He will crush kings in the day of his wrath.

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

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

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

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

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