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 by David. The LORD says to my Lord, “Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies your footstool for your feet.”

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

The LORD will send out the rod of your strength out of 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 offer themselves willingly in the day of your power, in holy array. Out of 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 change his mind: “You are a priest forever in the order 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 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 will heap up dead bodies. He will crush the ruler of the whole earth.

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 on the way; therefore he will lift up his head.