Psalms 110

1 A Psalm of David. The affirmation of Jehovah to my Lord: 'Sit at My right hand, Till I make thine 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 rod of thy strength doth Jehovah send from Zion, Rule in the midst of thine 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 [are] free-will gifts in the day of Thy strength, in the honours of holiness, From the womb, from 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 Jehovah hath sworn, and doth not repent, 'Thou [art] a priest to the age, According to 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 on thy right hand smote kings In the day of His anger.

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

6 He doth judge among the nations, He hath completed the carcases, Hath smitten the head over the mighty earth.

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

7 From a brook in the way he drinketh, Therefore he doth lift up the head!

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