Psalms 110

1 “A psalm of David.” Jehovah said to my lord, “Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thy foes thy footstool.”

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 extend the sceptre of thy power from Zion: Rule thou in the midst of thine enemies!

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

3 Thy people shall be ready, when thou musterest thy forces, in holy splendor; Thy youth shall come forth like dew from the womb of the morning.

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 hath sworn, and he will not repent: “Thou art a priest for ever, After the order of Melchisedeck!”

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

5 The Lord is at thy right hand, He shall crush kings in the day of his wrath.

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

6 He shall execute justice among the nations; He shall fill them with dead bodies, He shall crush the heads of his enemies over many lands.

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

7 He shall drink of the brook in the way; Therefore shall he lift up his head.

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