Psalm 110

A psalm of David.

1Here is the Lord’s proclamation to my lord:

“Sit down at my right hand until I make your enemies your footstool!”

2The Lord extends your dominion from Zion.

Rule in the midst of your enemies!

3Your people willingly follow you when you go into battle.

On the holy hills at sunrise the dew of your youth belongs to you.

4The Lord makes this promise on oath and will not revoke it:

“You are an eternal priest after the pattern of Melchizedek.”

5O sovereign Lord, at your right hand

he strikes down kings in the day he unleashes his anger.

6He executes judgment against the nations;

he fills the valleys with corpses;

he shatters their heads over the vast battlefield.

7From the stream along the road he drinks;

then he lifts up his head.