Psalms 110

1 “By David, a psalm.” The Eternal saith unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I place thy enemies as a stool for thy feet.

A Psalm of David. The Lord said to my Lord, Sit you on my right hand, until I make your enemies your footstool.

2 The staff of thy strength will the Eternal stretch forth out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thy enemies.

The Lord shall send out a rod of power for you out of Sion: rule you in the midst of your enemies.

3 Thy people will bring freewill-gifts on the day of thy power, in the ornaments of holiness: as out of the bosom of the morning-dawn so is thine the dew of thy youth.

With you is dominion in the day of your power, in the splendours of your saints: I have begotten you from the womb before the morning.

4 The Lord hath sworn, and will not repent of it, Thou shalt be a priest for ever after the order of Malki-zedek.

The Lord sware, and will not repent, You are a priest for ever, after the order of Melchisedec.

5 The Lord at thy right hand crusheth kings on the day of his wrath.

The Lord at your right hand has dashed in pieces kings in the day of his wrath.

6 He will judge among the nations—there shall be a fulness of corpses—he crusheth heads on a wide-spread land.

He shall judge amongst the nations, he shall fill up [the number of] corpses, he shall crush the heads of many on the earth.

7 From the brook will he drink on the way: therefore will he lift up the head.

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