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.

Dawid dwom. Awurade ka kyerɛɛ me Wura sɛ, “Tena me nifa so kɔsi sɛ mede wʼatamfoɔ bɛyɛ wo nan ntiasoɔ.”

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

Awurade bɛtrɛ wʼahempoma denden mu afiri Sion; na wobɛdi ɔhene wɔ wʼatamfoɔ so.

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.

Wʼakodɔm bɛyi wɔn akoma mu ɛda a wobɛkɔ sa. Tumi kronkron bɛyɛ wʼaduradeɛ na wo mmabunu bɛba wo nkyɛn sɛdeɛ bosuo gugu anɔpahema.

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

Awurade aka ntam na ɔrensesa nʼadwene: “Woyɛ daapem ɔsɔfoɔ te sɛ Melkisedek sɛso.”

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

Awurade wɔ wo nifa so; ɔbɛdwerɛ ahemfo wɔ nʼabufuhyeɛ da no.

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

Ɔbɛbu amanaman atɛn aboaboa afunu ano; na wadwerɛ sodifoɔ a wɔwɔ asase so nyinaa.

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

Ɔbɛnom asuwa a ɛda ɛkwan nkyɛn mu nsuo enti ɔbɛdi nkonim. Ɔhene no bɛnom asuwa a ɛda kwankyɛn mu nsuo, na wanya ahoɔden, na wagyina nkonimdie mu.