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.'

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 rod of thy strength doth Jehovah send from Zion, Rule in the midst of thine enemies.

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

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.

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 Jehovah hath sworn, and doth not repent, 'Thou [art] a priest to the age, According to the order of Melchizedek.'

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

5 The Lord on thy right hand smote kings In the day of His anger.

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

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

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

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

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