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.

The LORD said to my Lord, Sit you at my right hand, until I make your enemies your footstool.

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 your strength out of Zion: rule you in the middle 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 in the day of your power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning: you have 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 repent, You are a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek.

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

The Lord at your right hand shall 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 shall judge among the heathen, he shall fill the places with the dead bodies; he shall wound the heads over many countries.

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.