Psalms 110

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

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

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

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

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