Psalms 110

1 A Psalm by David. The LORD says to my Lord, “Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies your footstool for your feet.”

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 will send out the rod of your strength out of Zion. Rule among your enemies.

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

3 Your people offer themselves willingly in the day of your power, in holy array. Out of the womb of the morning, you have the dew of your 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 has sworn, and will not change his mind: “You are a priest forever in 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 is at your right hand. He will crush kings in the day of his wrath.

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

6 He will judge among the nations. He will heap up dead bodies. He will crush the ruler of the whole earth.

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

7 He will drink of the brook on the way; therefore he will lift up his head.

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