Psalms 110

1 A Psalm of David. The LORD said to my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I make thy enemies thy footstool.

Of David, a psalm. This said the Lord concerning my lord, ‘Sit at my right hand, till I set your foot on the neck of your foes.’

2 The LORD shall send the rod of thy strength out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thy enemies.

On Zion the Lord is wielding your sceptre of might, and charges you to rule over the foes that surround you.

3 Thy people shall be willing in the day of thy power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning: thou hast the dew of thy youth.

The day that you march to battle your people will follow you gladly young warriors in holy array, like dew-drops, born of the morning.

4 The LORD hath sworn, and will not repent, Thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek.

The Lord has sworn and will not repent, ‘As for you, you are priest for ever as Melchizedek was.’

5 The Lord at thy right hand shall strike through kings in the day of his wrath.

By your side will the Lord shatter kings on the day of his wrath.

6 He shall judge among the heathen, he shall fill the places with the dead bodies; he shall wound the heads over many countries.

He will execute judgment filling the valleys with dead, the broad fields with shattered heads.

7 He shall drink of the brook in the way: therefore shall he lift up the head.

He will drink of the brook by the way, and march onward with uplifted head.