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.

A Psalm of David. The LORD said to my Lord: “Sit at My right hand until I make Your enemies a footstool for Your feet.”

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

The LORD extends Your mighty scepter from Zion: “Rule in the midst of Your 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.

Your people shall be willing on Your day of battle. Arrayed in holy splendor, from the womb of the dawn, to You belongs the dew of Your youth.

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

The LORD has sworn and will not change His mind: “You are a priest forever in the order of Melchizedek.”

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

The Lord is at Your right hand; He will crush 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 the nations, heaping up the dead; He will crush the leaders far and wide.

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

He will drink from the brook by the road; therefore He will lift up His head.