Psalms 110

1 A Psalm by David. Yahweh says to my Lord, “Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies your footstool for your feet.”

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

2 Yahweh will send out the rod of your strength out of Zion. Rule among your enemies.

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

3 Your people offer themselves willingly in the day of your power, in holy array. Out of the womb of the morning, you have the dew of your youth.

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 Yahweh has sworn, and will not change his mind: “You are a priest forever in the order of Melchizedek.”

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

5 The Lord is at your right hand. He will crush kings in the day of his wrath.

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

6 He will judge among the nations. He will heap up dead bodies. He will crush the ruler of the whole earth.

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 on the way; therefore he will lift up his head.

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