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.’

YHWH said unto my Master, Sit thou at my right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool.

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

YHWH shall send the rod of thy strength out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thine 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.

Thy people shall be willing in the day of thy power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning: thou hast the dew of thy youth.

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

YHWH hath sworn, and will not repent, Thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek.

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

YHWH at thy right hand shall strike through kings in the day of his wrath.

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

He shall judge among the heathen, he shall fill the places with the dead bodies; he shall wound the heads over many countries.

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

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