David’s. A Melody.
110 The declaration of Yahweh to my Lord—Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thy foes thy footstool.
2 Thy sceptre of strength will Yahweh extend out of Zion, Tread thou down in the midst of thy foes.
3 Thy people will freely offer themselves in the day of thine army,—In the splendours of holiness out of the womb of the dawn To thee [shall spring forth] the dew of thy youth.
4 Yahweh hath sworn—and will not repent, Thou [shalt be] a priest unto times age-abiding, After the manner of Melchizedek.
5 My Lord on thy right hand,—Hath shattered—in the day of his anger—kings;
6 He will judge among the nations—full of dead bodies! He hath shattered the head over a land far extended:
7 Of the torrent in the way will he drink,—For this cause will he lift up [his] head.