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.

Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Mukama yagamba Mukama wange nti: “Tuula wano ku mukono gwange ogwa ddyo, okutuusa lwe ndimala okufufuggaza abalabe bo ne mbassa wansi w’ebigere byo.”

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

Mukama aligaziya obufuzi bwo okuva mu Sayuuni; olifuga abalabe bo.

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.

Abantu bo balyewaayo bokka mu ggye lyo ng’ekiseera ky’olutalo kituuse. Abavubuka bo, nga bali mu by’ekitiibwa ekitukuvu, balikukuŋŋaanirako ng’omusulo bwe gulabika ng’obudde bwakakya.

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

Mukama yalayira, era tagenda kukijjulula, yagamba nti, “Olibeera kabona emirembe gyonna ng’engeri ya Merukizeddeeki bw’eri.”

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

Mukama anaakulwaniriranga; bakabaka abakulwanyisa anaababetentanga mu busungu bwe obungi.

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

Aliramula amawanga, abafuzi b’ensi yonna n’abazikiriza, n’entuumo z’emirambo ziriba nnyingi ku nsi yonna.

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

Alinywa amazzi mu kagga ku kkubo, n’addamu amaanyi ag’obuwanguzi.