Psalms 110

1 Of David, a psalm. This said the Lord concerning my lord, ‘Sit at my right hand, till I set your foot on the neck of your foes.’

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

2 On Zion the Lord is wielding your sceptre of might, and charges you to rule over the foes that surround you.

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

3 The day that you march to battle your people will follow you gladly young warriors in holy array, like dew-drops, born of the morning.

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 The Lord has sworn and will not repent, ‘As for you, you are priest for ever as Melchizedek was.’

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

5 By your side will the Lord shatter kings on the day of his wrath.

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

6 He will execute judgment filling the valleys with dead, the broad fields with shattered heads.

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

7 He will drink of the brook by the way, and march onward with uplifted head.

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