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.” Jehovah said to my lord, “Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thy foes thy footstool.”

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

Jehovah will extend the sceptre of thy power from 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 shall be ready, when thou musterest thy forces, in holy splendor; Thy youth shall come forth like dew from the womb of the morning.

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 he will not repent: “Thou art a priest for ever, After the order of Melchisedeck!”

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

The Lord is at thy right hand, He shall 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 shall execute justice among the nations; He shall fill them with dead bodies, He shall crush the heads of his enemies over many lands.

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 his head.