1 A Psalme of David. The Lord said vnto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, vntill I make thine enemies thy footestoole. 2 The Lord shall send the rod of thy power out of Zion: be thou ruler in the middes of thine enemies. 3 Thy people shall come willingly at the time of assembling thine armie in holy beautie: the youth of thy wombe shalbe as the morning dewe. 4 The Lord sware and wil not repent, Thou art a Priest for euer after ye order of Melchi-zedek. 5 The Lord, that is at thy right hand, shall wound Kings in the day of his wrath. 6 He shalbe iudge among the heathen: he shall fill all with dead bodies, and smite the head ouer great countreis. 7 He shall drinke of the brooke in the way: therefore shall he lift vp his head.
The Lord and His Chosen King
1 The Lord said to my lord,
“Sit here at my right side
until I put your enemies under your feet.”
2 From Zion the Lord will extend your royal power.
“Rule over your enemies,” he says.
3 On the day you fight your enemies,
your people will volunteer.
Like the dew of early morning
your young men will come to you on the sacred hills.
4 The Lord made a solemn promise and will not take it back:
“You will be a priest forever
in the priestly order of Melchizedek.”
5 The Lord is at your right side;
when he becomes angry, he will defeat kings.
6 He will pass judgment on the nations
and fill the battlefield with corpses;
he will defeat kings all over the earth.
7 The king will drink from the stream by the road,
and strengthened, he will stand victorious.