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.

David ƒe ha. Yehowa gblɔ na nye Aƒetɔ la be, “Nɔ anyi ɖe nye nuɖusime, va se ɖe esime matsɔ wò futɔwo awɔ wò afɔɖodzinui.”

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

Yehowa adidi wò ŋusẽ ƒe fiatikplɔ ɖe edzi tso Zion, eye àɖu fia le wò futɔwo dome.

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.

Wò aʋakɔwo alɔ̃ faa ade megbe na wò le wò aʋakpegbe. Ànɔ atsyɔ̃ɖoɖo kɔkɔe, si do go tso fɔŋli ƒe dɔ me ke la me, axɔ wò ɖekakpuimezãmu.

4 Yahweh, hath sworn—and will not repent, Thou, [shalt be] a priest unto times age-abiding, after the manner of Melchizedek.

Yehowa ka atam, eye matrɔ eƒe susu akpɔ o, be “Wòe nye nunɔla tegbee, le Melkizedek ƒe ɖoɖo la nu.”

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

Aƒetɔ la le wò nuɖusime, agbã fiawo nyanyanya le eƒe dɔmedzoeŋkeke la dzi.

6 He will judge among the nations—full of dead bodies! He hath shattered the head over a land far extended:

Adrɔ̃ ʋɔnu dukɔwo, eye wòali kɔ woƒe kukuawo, nenema ke wòagbã dziɖulawo le anyigba blibo la dzi.

7 Of the torrent in the way, will he drink; —For this cause, will he lift up [his] head.

Ano tsi le tɔʋu si le mɔto la me, eya ta afɔ eƒe ta dzi.