Salmos 110

1 By David, a psalm. The Eternal saith unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I place thy enemies as a stool for thy feet.

2 The staff of thy strength will the Eternal stretch forth out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thy enemies.

3 Thy people will bring freewill–gifts on the day of thy power, in the ornaments of holiness: as out of the bosom of the morning–dawn so is thine the dew of thy youth.

4 The Lord hath sworn, and will not repent of it, Thou shalt be a priest for ever after the order of Malki–zedek.

5 The Lord at thy right hand crusheth kings on the day of his wrath.

6 He will judge among the nations––there shall be a fulness of corpses––he crusheth heads on a wide–spread land.

7 From the brook will he drink on the way: therefore will he lift up the head.