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.

Jehovah says to my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand until I make thine enemies thy footstool.

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

Jehovah will send forth the rod of thy strength out of Zion. Rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.

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.

Thy people offer themselves willingly in the day of thy power, in holy array. Out of the womb of the morning thou have 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.

Jehovah has sworn, and will not repent. Thou are a priest forever after the order of Melchizedek.

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

The Lord at thy right hand will strike through kings in the day of his wrath.

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

He will judge among the nations. He will fill with dead bodies. He will strike through the head in many countries.

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

He will drink of the brook in the way, therefore he will lift up the head.