Salamo 110

1 Hoe t’Iehovà amy Talèkoy: Miambesara an-tañan-kavanako etoa, ampara’ te anoeko atimpahe’o o rafelahi’oo.

A psalm of David. Yahweh says to my master, “Sit at my right hand until I make your enemies your footstool.”

2 Hirahe’ Iehovà boak’e Tsiône ao ty kobain-kaozara’o: Mifehea añivon-drafelahi’o eo!

Yahweh will hold out the scepter of your strength from Zion; rule among your enemies.

3 Hahimbañe ondati’oo amy andron-kaozara’oy, ami’ty havolonahen-kamasiñañe; boak’an-kovim-panjirik’ andro ao; ama’o ty zono-katora’o.

Your people will follow you in holy garments of their own free will on the day of your power; from the womb of the dawn your youth will be to you like the dew.

4 Nifanta t’Iehovà, vaho tsy hilesa: Mpisoroñe nainai’e irehe, ami’ty famosora’ i Melkizedeke.

Yahweh has sworn, and will not change: “You are a priest forever, after the manner of Melchizedek.”

5 I Tale am-pitàn-kavana’oy ty handemoke mpanjaka amy andron-kaviñera’ey.

The Lord is at your right hand. He will kill kings on the day of his anger.

6 Hizaka’e añivo’ o fifeheañeo ré, le ho lipore’e lolo ty ao, ho hotohotoe’e an-tane mienene ty loha maro.

He will judge the nations; he will fill the battlegrounds with dead bodies; he will kill the leaders in many countries.

7 Hikama rano an-torahañe añ’olon-dalañe eo re, vaho hampiandrae’e ty añ’ambone’e.

He will drink of the brook along the road, and then he will lift his head up high after victory.