A Psalm of David

1 Jehovah said to my Lord, "Sit thou at my right hand, "Until I make thy enemies thy footstool."

2 The scepter of thy power send shall Jehovah out of Zion: Rule thou in the midst of thy enemies.

3 Thy people shall come with voluntary offerings, On the day of the assembling of thy army, In beauty of holiness: From the womb as from the morning dawn To thee has been the dew of thy youth.

4 Sworn hath Jehovah, and he will not repent: "Thou art a priest for ever "According to the manner of Melchisedek."

5 The Lord at thy right hand Hath crushed in the day of his wrath kings.

6 He shall judge among the heathen, He shall fill all with ruins; He shall crush the head over a great country.

7 Of the torrent in the way he shall drink, Therefore shall he lift up the head.