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.”

Yon Sòm David SENYÈ a di a Senyè mwen an: “Chita bò kote men dwat Mwen Jiskaske Mwen fè ènmi Ou yo vin yon machpye pou Ou.”

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

SENYÈ a va lonje baton wayal Ou a soti nan Sion e di: “Se pou ou renye nan mitan ènmi Ou yo”.

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.

Pèp Ou a va sèvi ak bòn volonte nan jou pouvwa Ou yo. Yo parèt an sentete, soti nan zantray maten an; ak jennes Ou, tankou lawouzaj gran maten an.

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

SENYÈ a fin sèmante. Li p ap chanje panse L: “Ou se yon prèt jis pou tout tan selon lòd Melchisédek.”

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

SENYÈ a sou men dwat ou. Li va kraze wa yo nan jou kòlè Li a.

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

Li va jije pami nasyon yo. Li fè gwo pil kadav yo, Li va brize tèt a chèf tout latè a.

7 He will drink of the brook on the way; therefore he will lift up his head.

Li va bwè nan flèv pandan L an wout; konsa, Li va leve tèt Li wo.