Psalms 110

1 A psalm of David. Yahweh says to my master, “Sit at my right hand until I make your enemies your footstool.”

David ƒe ha. Yehowa gblɔ na nye Aƒetɔ la be, “Nɔ anyi ɖe nye nuɖusime, va se ɖe esime matsɔ wò futɔwo awɔ wò afɔɖodzinui.”

2 Yahweh will hold out the scepter of your strength from Zion; rule among your enemies.

Yehowa adidi wò ŋusẽ ƒe fiatikplɔ ɖe edzi tso Zion, eye àɖu fia le wò futɔwo dome.

3 Your people will follow you in holy garments of their own free will on the day of your power; from the womb of the dawn your youth will be to you like the dew.

Wò aʋakɔwo alɔ̃ faa ade megbe na wò le wò aʋakpegbe. Ànɔ atsyɔ̃ɖoɖo kɔkɔe, si do go tso fɔŋli ƒe dɔ me ke la me, axɔ wò ɖekakpuimezãmu.

4 Yahweh has sworn, and will not change: “You are a priest forever, after the manner of Melchizedek.”

Yehowa ka atam, eye matrɔ eƒe susu akpɔ o, be “Wòe nye nunɔla tegbee, le Melkizedek ƒe ɖoɖo la nu.”

5 The Lord is at your right hand. He will kill kings on the day of his anger.

Aƒetɔ la le wò nuɖusime, agbã fiawo nyanyanya le eƒe dɔmedzoeŋkeke la dzi.

6 He will judge the nations; he will fill the battlegrounds with dead bodies; he will kill the leaders in many countries.

Adrɔ̃ ʋɔnu dukɔwo, eye wòali kɔ woƒe kukuawo, nenema ke wòagbã dziɖulawo le anyigba blibo la dzi.

7 He will drink of the brook along the road, and then he will lift his head up high after victory.

Ano tsi le tɔʋu si le mɔto la me, eya ta afɔ eƒe ta dzi.