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 saith unto 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.

The rod of Thy strength the LORD will send 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 warfare; in adornments of holiness, from the womb of the dawn, thine is 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.

The LORD hath sworn, and will not repent: 'Thou art a priest for ever after the manner of Melchizedek.'

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

The Lord at thy right hand doth 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 among the nations; He filleth it with dead bodies, He crusheth the head over a wide land.

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 will he lift up the head.