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.'

Yon Sòm David SENYÈ a di a Senyè mwen an: “Chita bò kote men dwat Mwen Jiskaske Mwen fè ènmi Ou yo vin yon machpye pou Ou.”

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

SENYÈ a va lonje baton wayal Ou a soti nan Sion e di: “Se pou ou renye nan mitan ènmi Ou yo”.

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.

Pèp Ou a va sèvi ak bòn volonte nan jou pouvwa Ou yo. Yo parèt an sentete, soti nan zantray maten an; ak jennes Ou, tankou lawouzaj gran maten an.

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

SENYÈ a fin sèmante. Li p ap chanje panse L: “Ou se yon prèt jis pou tout tan selon lòd Melchisédek.”

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

SENYÈ a sou men dwat ou. Li va kraze wa yo nan jou kòlè Li a.

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

Li va jije pami nasyon yo. Li fè gwo pil kadav yo, Li va brize tèt a chèf tout latè a.

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

Li va bwè nan flèv pandan L an wout; konsa, Li va leve tèt Li wo.