1A Psalm of David. The LORD saith unto my lord: 'Sit thou at My right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool.'
2The rod of Thy strength the LORD will send out of Zion: 'Rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.'
3Thy people offer themselves willingly in the day of thy warfare; in adornments of holiness, from the womb of the dawn, thine is the dew of thy youth.
4The LORD hath sworn, and will not repent: 'Thou art a priest for ever after the manner of Melchizedek.'
5The Lord at thy right hand doth crush kings in the day of His wrath.
6He will judge among the nations; He filleth it with dead bodies, He crusheth the head over a wide land.
7He will drink of the brook in the way; therefore will he lift up the head.