Psalm 110

1 The Lord said to my lord:
    'Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies your footstool.'
2 The Lord commits to you the sceptre of your power:
    reign from Zion in the midst of your enemies.
3 Noble are you, from the day of your birth upon the holy hill:
    radiant are you, even from the womb, in the morning dew of your youth.
4 The Lord has sworn and will not turn back:
    'You are a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek.'
5 The king shall stand at your right hand, O Lord:
    and shatter kings in the day of his wrath.
6 Glorious in majesty, he shall judge among the nations:
    and shatter heads over a wide land.
7 He shall slake his thirst from the brook beside the way:
    therefore shall he lift up his head.