Psalms 110
110
PSALM 110
Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
A Psalm of David.
1The Lord did say unto my Lord,
Sit thou at my right hand,
Until I make thy foes a stool,
whereon thy feet may stand.
2The Lord shall out of Sion send
the rod of thy great pow'r:
In midst of all thine enemies
be thou the governor.
3A willing people in thy day
of pow'r shall come to thee,
In holy beauties from morn's womb;
thy youth like dew shall be.
4The Lord himself hath made an oath,
and will repent him never,
Of th' order of Melchisedec
thou art a priest for ever.
5The glorious and mighty Lord,
that sits at thy right hand,
Shall, in his day of wrath, strike through
kings that do him withstand.
6He shall among the heathen judge,
he shall with bodies dead
The places fill: o'er many lands
he wound shall ev'ry head.
7The brook that runneth in the way
with drink shall him supply;
And, for this cause, in triumph he
shall lift his head on high.
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Psalms 110
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A Psalm by David.
1Yahweh says to my Lord, “Sit at my right hand,
until I make your enemies your footstool for your feet.”
2Yahweh will send out the rod of your strength out of Zion.
Rule among 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.
4Yahweh has sworn, and will not change his mind:
“You are a priest forever in the order of Melchizedek.”
5The Lord is at your right hand.
He will crush kings in the day of his wrath.
6He will judge among the nations.
He will heap up dead bodies.
He will crush the ruler of the whole earth.
7He will drink of the brook on the way;
therefore he will lift up his head.
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