Psalms 110

1 Here is the Lord’s proclamation to my lord: “Sit down at my right hand until I make your enemies your footstool!" 2 The Lord extends your dominion from Zion. Rule in the midst of your enemies! 3 Your people willingly follow you when you go into battle. On the holy hills at sunrise the dew of your youth belongs to you. 4 The Lord makes this promise on oath and will not revoke it: “You are an eternal priest after the pattern of Melchizedek." 5 O sovereign Lord, at your right hand he strikes down kings in the day he unleashes his anger. 6 He executes judgment against the nations; he fills the valleys with corpses; he shatters their heads over the vast battlefield. 7 From the stream along the road he drinks; then he lifts up his head.