Psalms 110

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

Jehovah says to my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand until I make thine enemies thy footstool.

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

Jehovah will send forth the rod of thy strength out of Zion. Rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.

3 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.

Thy people offer themselves willingly in the day of thy power, in holy array. Out of the womb of the morning thou have the dew of thy youth.

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

Jehovah has sworn, and will not repent. Thou are a priest forever after the order of Melchizedek.

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

The Lord at thy right hand will strike through kings in the day of his wrath.

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

He will judge among the nations. He will fill with dead bodies. He will strike through the head in many countries.

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

He will drink of the brook in the way, therefore he will lift up the head.