1A Psalm of David. Yehovah says to my lord, Sit at my right hand, Until I make your enemies your footstool.
2Yehovah will send forth the rod of your strength out of Zion: Rule in the midst of your enemies.
3Your people offer themselves willingly In the day of your power, in holy array: Out of the womb of the morning You have the dew of your youth.
4Yehovah has sworn, and will not relent: You are a priest forever After the order of Melchizedek.
5The Lord at your right hand Will strike through kings in the day of his wrath.
6He will judge among the nations, He will fill the places with dead bodies; He will strike through the head in many countries.
7He will drink of the brook in the way: Therefore he will lift up the head.