Psalms 110

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

A Psalm of David. The LORD saith unto my lord: 'Sit thou at My right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool.'

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

The rod of Thy strength the LORD will send out of Zion: 'Rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.'

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.

Thy people offer themselves willingly in the day of thy warfare; in adornments of holiness, from the womb of the dawn, thine is the dew of thy youth.

4 Yahweh has sworn, and will not change his mind: “You are a priest forever in the order of Melchizedek.”

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

5 The Lord is at your right hand. He will crush kings in the day of his wrath.

The Lord at thy right hand doth crush kings in 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 judge among the nations; He filleth it with dead bodies, He crusheth the head over a wide land.

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

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