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.

David’s. A Melody. The declaration of Yahweh to my Lord—Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thy foes thy footstool.

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

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

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 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.

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

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

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

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

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—full of dead bodies! He hath shattered the head over a land far extended:

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

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