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.

Psalm of David. Jehovah said unto my Lord, Sit at my right hand, until I put thine enemies [as] footstool of thy feet.

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

Jehovah shall send the sceptre of thy might out of Zion: rule 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 shall be willing in the day of thy power, in holy splendour: from the womb of the morning [shall come] to thee 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 hath sworn, and will not repent, Thou art priest for ever after the order of Melchisedek.

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

The Lord at thy right hand will smite through kings in the day of his anger.

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

He shall judge among the nations; he shall fill [all places] with dead bodies; he shall smite through the head over a great country.

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

He shall drink of the brook in the way; therefore shall he lift up the head.