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 Psalme of David. The Lord said vnto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, vntill I make thine enemies thy footestoole.

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

The Lord shall send the rod of thy power out of Zion: be thou ruler in the middes 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 come willingly at the time of assembling thine armie in holy beautie: the youth of thy wombe shalbe as the morning dewe.

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

The Lord sware and wil not repent, Thou art a Priest for euer after ye order of Melchi-zedek.

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

The Lord, that is at thy right hand, shall wound 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 shalbe iudge among the heathen: he shall fill all with dead bodies, and smite the head ouer great countreis.

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

He shall drinke of the brooke in the way: therefore shall he lift vp his head.