Psalms 110

1 David’s. A Melody. The declaration of Yahweh to my Lord—Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thy foes thy footstool.

A psalm of David. The Lord said to my Lord, “Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies a footstool for you.”

2 Thy sceptre of strength, will Yahweh extend out of Zion, Tread thou down, in the midst of thy foes.

The Lord will expand your royal power from Zion; you will rule over your enemies.

3 Thy people, will freely offer themselves, in the day of thine army, —in the splendours of holiness, out of the womb of the dawn, To thee, [shall spring forth] the dew of thy youth.

Your people willingly follow you on the day when your power is revealed on the holy mountains, renewed in strength every morning like dew at dawn.

4 Yahweh, hath sworn—and will not repent, Thou, [shalt be] a priest unto times age-abiding, after the manner of Melchizedek.

The Lord has made a vow he will not break: “You are a priest forever, following the order of Melchizedek.”

5 My Lord, on thy right hand, —hath shattered—in the day of his anger—kings;

The Lord stands right beside you to support you; he will strike down kings in his anger.

6 He will judge among the nations—full of dead bodies! He hath shattered the head over a land far extended:

He will execute judgment on the nations, filling their lands with corpses. He will strike down those who rule all over the earth.

7 Of the torrent in the way, will he drink; —For this cause, will he lift up [his] head.

He will drink from streams beside the path. Therefore he will be victorious.