Psalmi 110

1 Dāvida dziesma. Tas Kungs sacījis uz manu Kungu: “Sēdies pa Manu labo roku, tiekams Es Tavus ienaidniekus lieku par pameslu Tavām kājām.”

Of David, a psalm. This said the Lord concerning my lord, ‘Sit at my right hand, till I set your foot on the neck of your foes.’

2 Tas Kungs sūtīs Tava stipruma scepteri no Ciānas; valdi Savu ienaidnieku vidū.

On Zion the Lord is wielding your sceptre of might, and charges you to rule over the foes that surround you.

3 Tavā kara dienā Tavi ļaudis labprātīgi parādās svētā glītumā; Tavi jaunekļi Tev nāk kā rasa no ausekļa.

The day that you march to battle your people will follow you gladly young warriors in holy array, like dew-drops, born of the morning.

4 Tas Kungs ir zvērējis un Tam nebūs žēl: “Tu esi priesteris mūžīgi pēc Melhizedeka kārtas.”

The Lord has sworn and will not repent, ‘As for you, you are priest for ever as Melchizedek was.’

5 Tas Kungs pie Tavas labās rokas satrieks ķēniņus Savas dusmības dienā.

By your side will the Lord shatter kings on the day of his wrath.

6 Viņš turēs tiesu pagānu starpā; Viņš piepildīs zemi ar miroņiem. Viņš satrieks to, kas ir galva pār lielu zemi.

He will execute judgment filling the valleys with dead, the broad fields with shattered heads.

7 Viņš dzers no upes uz ceļa, tādēļ Viņš pacels galvu.

He will drink of the brook by the way, and march onward with uplifted head.