Sòm 110

1 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.”

“By David, a psalm.” The Eternal saith unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I place thy enemies as a stool for thy feet.

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

The staff of thy strength will the Eternal stretch forth out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thy enemies.

3 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.

Thy people will bring freewill-gifts on the day of thy power, in the ornaments of holiness: as out of the bosom of the morning-dawn so is thine the dew of thy youth.

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

The Lord hath sworn, and will not repent of it, Thou shalt be a priest for ever after the order of Malki-zedek.

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

The Lord at thy right hand crusheth kings on the day of his wrath.

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

He will judge among the nations—there shall be a fulness of corpses—he crusheth heads on a wide-spread land.

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

From the brook will he drink on the way: therefore will he lift up the head.