Psalms 110

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

Ti Dafidi. Saamu. Olúwa sọ fún Olúwa mi pé, “Ìwọ jókòó ní ọwọ́ ọ̀tún mi, títí èmi yóò fi sọ àwọn ọ̀tá rẹ di àpótí ìtìsẹ̀ rẹ.”

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

Olúwa yóò na ọ̀pá agbára rẹ̀ láti Sioni wá, ìwọ jẹ ọba láàrín àwọn ọ̀tá rẹ.

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.

Àwọn ènìyàn rẹ jẹ́ ọ̀rẹ́ àtinúwá ní ọjọ́ ìjáde ogun rẹ, nínú ẹwà mímọ́, láti inú òwúrọ̀ wá ìwọ ni ìrì ẹwà rẹ.

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

Olúwa ti búra, kò sì í yí ọkàn padà pé, “Ìwọ ni àlùfáà, ní ipasẹ̀ Melkisedeki.”

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

Olúwa, ọwọ́ ọ̀tún rẹ̀ ni yóò lu àwọn ọba bolẹ̀ ni ọjọ́ ìbínú rẹ̀.

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

Yóò ṣe ìdájọ́ láàrín kèfèrí, yóò kún ibùgbé wọn pẹ̀lú òkú ara; yóò fọ́n àwọn olórí ká sí orí ilẹ̀ ayé tí ó gbòòrò.

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

Yóò mu nínú odò ṣíṣàn ní ọ̀nà: nítorí náà ni yóò ṣe gbé orí sókè.