< 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. Yahweh says to my master, “Sit 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.
Yahweh will hold out the scepter of your strength from Zion; rule among 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 will follow you in holy garments of their own free will on the day of your power; from the womb of the dawn your youth will be to you like the dew.
4 Yahweh, hath sworn—and will not repent, Thou, [shalt be] a priest unto times age-abiding, after the manner of Melchizedek.
Yahweh has sworn, and will not change: “You are a priest forever, after the manner of Melchizedek.”
5 My Lord, on thy right hand, —hath shattered—in the day of his anger—kings;
The Lord is at your right hand. He will kill kings on the day of his anger.
6 He will judge among the nations—full of dead bodies! He hath shattered the head over a land far extended:
He will judge the nations; he will fill the battlegrounds with dead bodies; he will kill the leaders in many countries.
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 along the road, and then he will lift his head up high after victory.