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.

Ko e Saame ʻa Tevita. Naʻe pehē ʻE Sihova ki hoku ʻEiki, “Nofo koe ki hoku nima toʻomataʻu, kaeʻoua ke u ngaohi ho ngaahi fili ko ho tuʻungavaʻe.”

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

‌ʻE fekau ʻe Sihova ʻae tokotoko ʻo ho mālohi mei Saione: “Ke ke pule ʻi he lotolotonga ʻo ho ngaahi fili.”

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.

‌ʻE loto matala ʻa hoʻo kakai ʻi he ʻaho ʻo ho mālohi, ʻi he ngaahi teunga matamatalelei ʻoe māʻoniʻoni mei he manāva ʻoe pongipongi: ʻoku ʻiate koe ʻae hahau ʻo hoʻo talavou.

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

Kuo fuakava ʻa Sihova, pea ʻe ʻikai liliu ia, “Ko e taulaʻeiki koe ʻo lauikuonga ʻi he lakanga ʻo Melikiseteke.”

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

Ko e ʻEiki ʻaia ʻoku ʻi ho nima toʻomataʻu, te ne taaʻi ʻae ngaahi tuʻi ʻi he ʻaho ʻo hono houhau.

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

Te ne fakamaau ʻi he ʻao ʻoe hiteni, te ne fakapito ʻae ngaahi potu ʻaki ʻae ngaahi ʻangaʻanga; ʻe lavea ʻiate ia ʻae ʻulu ʻoe ngaahi fonua lahi.

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

‌ʻE inu ia ʻi he vaitafe ʻi he hala: ko ia te ne hiki hake ai ʻae ʻulu.