Psalms 110

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

Thaburi ya Daudi Jehova nĩerire Mwathani wakwa atĩrĩ: “Ikara guoko-inĩ gwakwa kwa ũrĩo, nginya rĩrĩa ngaatũma thũ ciaku ituĩke gaturwa ka makinya maku.”

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

Mũthĩgi wa hinya waku-rĩ, Jehova nĩakaũtambũrũkia kuuma Zayuni; nĩũgaathana ũrĩ gatagatĩ ga thũ ciaku.

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.

Ikundi ciaku cia ita nĩikerutĩra mũthenya waku wa mbaara. Igooka irĩ na ũgemu wa ũtheru, aanake aku mahaana ta ime rĩoima nda ya rũciinĩ ruoro rũgĩtema.

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

Jehova nĩehĩtĩte na ndangĩĩricũkwo, akoiga atĩrĩ: “Wee ũrĩ mũthĩnjĩri-Ngai nginya tene, o ta ũrĩa Melikisedeki aatariĩ.”

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

Mwathani arĩ guoko-inĩ gwaku kwa ũrĩo; nĩakahehenja athamaki mũthenya wa mangʼũrĩ make.

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

Nĩagatuĩra ndũrĩrĩ ciira, aige ciimba irũndo, na ahehenje aathani a thĩ yothe.

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

Nĩakanyua maaĩ ma karũũĩ karĩ mũkĩra-inĩ; nĩ ũndũ ũcio nĩakambararia mũtwe wake.