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.

Pisarema raDhavhidhi Jehovha akati kuna She wangu, “Gara kuruoko rwangu rworudyi, kusvikira ndaita vavengi vako chitsiko chetsoka dzako.”

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

Jehovha achatambanudza tsvimbo yesimba rako kubva muZioni; uchatonga pakati pavavengi vako.

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.

Mauto ako achazvipira pazuva rako rehondo. Wapfekedzwa nguo youshe, utsvene, kubva pachizvaro chamambakwedza uchagamuchira dova roujaya hwako.

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

Jehovha akapika, uye haangashanduki, achiti, “Iwe uri muprista nokusingaperi, worudzi rwaMerikizedheki.”

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

Jehovha ari kuruoko rwako rworudyi; achaparadza madzimambo pazuva rehasha dzake.

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

Achatonga ndudzi, achiunganidza vakafa, uye achiparadza vatongi venyika yose.

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

Achanwa parukova rwuri parutivi penzira; naizvozvo achasimudza musoro wake.