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.

Of David, a psalm. This said the Lord concerning my lord, ‘Sit at my right hand, till I set your foot on the neck of your foes.’

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

On Zion the Lord is wielding your sceptre of might, and charges you to rule over the foes that surround you.

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.

The day that you march to battle your people will follow you gladly young warriors in holy array, like dew-drops, born 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.

The Lord has sworn and will not repent, ‘As for you, you are priest for ever as Melchizedek was.’

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

By your side will the Lord shatter kings on 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 execute judgment filling the valleys with dead, the broad fields with shattered heads.

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 by the way, and march onward with uplifted head.