A psalm of David.
110:1 Here is the LORD’s proclamation to my lord:
“Sit down at my right hand until I make your enemies your footstool!”
110:2 The LORD extends your dominion from Zion.
Rule in the midst of your enemies!
110:3 Your people willingly follow you when you go into battle.
On the holy hills at sunrise the dew of your youth belongs to you.
110:4 The LORD makes this promise on oath and will not revoke it:
“You are an eternal priest after the pattern of Melchizedek.”
110:5 O sovereign LORD, at your right hand
he strikes down kings in the day he unleashes his anger.
110:6 He executes judgment against the nations;
he fills the valleys with corpses;
he shatters their heads over the vast battlefield.
110:7 From the stream along the road he drinks;
then he lifts up his head.