Psalms 110

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

Yon Sòm David SENYÈ a di a Senyè mwen an: “Chita bò kote men dwat Mwen Jiskaske Mwen fè ènmi Ou yo vin yon machpye pou Ou.”

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

SENYÈ a va lonje baton wayal Ou a soti nan Sion e di: “Se pou ou renye nan mitan ènmi Ou yo”.

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.

Pèp Ou a va sèvi ak bòn volonte nan jou pouvwa Ou yo. Yo parèt an sentete, soti nan zantray maten an; ak jennes Ou, tankou lawouzaj gran maten an.

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

SENYÈ a fin sèmante. Li p ap chanje panse L: “Ou se yon prèt jis pou tout tan selon lòd Melchisédek.”

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

SENYÈ a sou men dwat ou. Li va kraze wa yo nan jou kòlè Li a.

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

Li va jije pami nasyon yo. Li fè gwo pil kadav yo, Li va brize tèt a chèf tout latè a.

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

Li va bwè nan flèv pandan L an wout; konsa, Li va leve tèt Li wo.