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.

Se yon sòm David. Seyè a pale ak wa a, chèf mwen an, li di: -Chita la sou bò dwat mwen, jouk tan mwen fè lènmi ou yo tounen yon ti ban pou lonje pye ou.

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

Seyè a va fè ou dominen sou peyi ki lòt bò fwontyè peyi Siyon. Li di ou: -Gouvènen sou tout lènmi ou yo.

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.

Jou w'ap pare pou konbat lènmi ou yo, pèp ou a va prese vin ba ou konkou. Tankou lawouze nan granmaten, jenn gason ou yo va vin jwenn ou sou mòn ki apa pou Bondye a.

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

Seyè a te sèmante, l'ap toujou kenbe pawòl li: -Ou se prèt pou tout tan, menm jan ak Mèlkisedèk.

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

Seyè a kanpe sou bò dwat ou. Lè l' ankòlè l'ap krabinen wa yo.

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

L'ap jije nasyon yo, l'ap anpile kadav sou kadav, l'ap kraze chèf yo toupatou sou latè.

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

Wa a ap bwè dlo larivyè k'ap koule bò wout la. Se poutèt sa li p'ap janm bese tèt devan lènmi l' yo.