Psalms, 110

Of David. A melody.

¹ The utterance of Jehovah to my Lord^*1 is: “Sit at my right hand Until I place your enemies as a stool for your feet.”

² The rod of your strength Jehovah will send out of Zion, [saying:] “Go subduing in the midst of your enemies.”

³ Your people will offer themselves willingly^*1 on the day of your military force. In the splendors of holiness, from the womb of the dawn,^*2 You have your company of young men just like dewdrops.^*3

⁴ Jehovah has sworn (and he will feel no regret): “You are a priest to time indefinite According to the manner of Mel·chizʹe·dek!”

⁵ Jehovah^*1 himself at your right hand Will certainly break kings to pieces on the day of his anger.

⁶ He will execute judgment among the nations; He will cause a fullness of dead bodies. He will certainly break to pieces the head one over a populous land.

⁷ From the torrent valley in the way he will drink. That is why he will raise high [his] head.^*1