Psalms 110

1Jehovah saith unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thine enemies thy footstool.

1A Psalm of David. The affirmation of Jehovah to my Lord: `Sit at My right hand, Till I make thine enemies thy footstool.'

2Jehovah will send forth the rod of thy strength out of Zion: Rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.

2The rod of thy strength doth Jehovah send from Zion, Rule in the midst of thine enemies.

3Thy people offer themselves willingly In the day of thy power, in holy array: Out of the womb of the morning Thou hast the dew of thy youth.

3Thy people <FI>are<Fi> free-will gifts in the day of Thy strength, in the honours of holiness, From the womb, from the morning, Thou hast the dew of thy youth.

4Jehovah hath sworn, and will not repent: Thou art a priest for ever After the order of Melchizedek.

4Jehovah hath sworn, and doth not repent, `Thou <FI>art<Fi> a priest to the age, According to the order of Melchizedek.'

5The Lord at thy right hand Will strike through kings in the day of his wrath.

5The Lord on thy right hand smote kings In the day of His anger.

6He will judge among the nations, He will fillthe placeswith dead bodies; He will strike through the head in many countries.

6He doth judge among the nations, He hath completed the carcases, Hath smitten the head over the mighty earth.

7He will drink of the brook in the way: Therefore will he lift up the head.

7From a brook in the way he drinketh, Therefore he doth lift up the head!