Psalms 110

1 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.”

The Lord said to my Lord: Sit thou at my right hand: Until I make thy enemies thy footstool.

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

The Lord will send forth the sceptre of thy power out of Sion: rule thou in the midst of thy enemies.

3 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.

With thee is the principality in the day of thy strength: in the brightness of the saints: from the womb before the day star I begot thee.

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

The Lord hath sworn, and he will not repent: Thou art a priest for ever according to the order of Melchisedech.

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

The Lord at thy right hand hath broken kings in the day of his wrath.

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

He shall judge among nations, he shall fill ruins: he shall crush the heads in the land of the many.

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

He shall drink of the torrent in the way: therefore shall he lift up the head.