Psalm 110

A Psalm of David.

1        The Lord did say unto my Lord,

                   Sit thou at my right hand,

          Until I make thy foes a stool,

                   whereon thy feet may stand.

2        The Lord shall out of Sion send

                   the rod of thy great pow'r:

          In midst of all thine enemies

                   be thou the governor.

3        A 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.

4        The Lord himself hath made an oath,

                   and will repent him never,

          Of th' order of Melchisedec

                   thou art a priest for ever.

5        The glorious and mighty Lord,

                   that sits at thy right hand,

          Shall, in his day of wrath, strike through

                   kings that do him withstand.

6        He shall among the heathen judge,

                   he shall with bodies dead

          The places fill: o'er many lands

                   he wound shall ev'ry head.

7        The brook that runneth in the way

                   with drink shall him supply;

          And, for this cause, in triumph he

                   shall lift his head on high.