Psaltaren 110

1 En Psalm Davids. Herren sade till min Herra: Sätt dig på mina högra hand, tilldess jag lägger dina fiendar till din fotapall.

A Psalm by David. The LORD says to my Lord, “Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies your footstool for your feet.”

2 Herren skall sända dins rikes spiro utaf Zion; var rådandes ibland dina fiendar.

The LORD will send out the rod of your strength out of Zion. Rule amongst your enemies.

3 Efter din seger skall ditt folk välviljeliga offra dig i heligo prydning; dine barn varda dig födde såsom daggen af morgonrodnaden.

Your people offer themselves willingly in the day of your power, in holy array. Out of the womb of the morning, you have the dew of your youth.

4 Herren hafver svorit, och honom skall det intet ångra: Du äst en Prest evinnerliga, efter Melchisedeks sätt.

The LORD has sworn, and will not change his mind: “You are a priest forever in the order of Melchizedek.”

5 Herren på dine högra hand skall slå Konunga i sine vredes tid.

The Lord is at your right hand. He will crush kings in the day of his wrath.

6 Han skall döma ibland Hedningarna; han skall göra stora slagtningar. Han skall sönderkrossa hufvudet öfver stor land.

He will judge amongst the nations. He will heap up dead bodies. He will crush the ruler of the whole earth.

7 Han skall dricka af bäcken på vägenom, derföre skall han upphäfva hufvudet.

He will drink of the brook on the way; therefore he will lift up his head.