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.”

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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