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.

“By David, a psalm.” The Eternal saith unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I place thy enemies as a stool for thy feet.

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

The staff of thy strength will the Eternal stretch forth out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thy enemies.

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.

Thy people will bring freewill-gifts on the day of thy power, in the ornaments of holiness: as out of the bosom of the morning-dawn so is thine the dew of thy youth.

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

The Lord hath sworn, and will not repent of it, Thou shalt be a priest for ever after the order of Malki-zedek.

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

The Lord at thy right hand crusheth kings on the day of his wrath.

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

He will judge among the nations—there shall be a fulness of corpses—he crusheth heads on a wide-spread land.

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

From the brook will he drink on the way: therefore will he lift up the head.