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.

David ih Saam laa. Angraeng mah ka Angraeng khaeah, Na misanawk na khok koenghaih ah ka sah boih ai karoek to, ka bantang bangah anghnu ah, tiah a naa.

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

Angraeng mah na thacakhaih cunghet to Zion hoiah patoeh ueloe, na misanawk salakah uk tih.

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.

Na thacakhaih hoi na ukhaih niah na lensawkhaih to nang ih kaminawk hnu o tih, nang loe kaciim thacakhaih hoiah nam thoep ueloe, akhawnbang ih zok thung hoiah na tha ohhaih dantui to na tawn tih.

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

Angraeng mah sak ih lokkamhaih loe amkhrai let mak ai boeh; Melkhizadek baktiah Nang loe dungzan khoek to qaima ah na oh boeh.

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

Na bantang bangah kaom Angraeng loe palungphuihaih niah siangpahrangnawk to bop tih.

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

Anih mah Sithaw panoek ai kaminawk to lokcaek ueloe, ahmuen kruekah kaminawk ih qok to omsak tih; prae congca ukkungnawk to ahmaa caasak tih.

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

Anih loe loklam taeng ih vacong tui to nae ueloe, lu to phok tahang tih.