A Psalm of David.
1 TheLordsaith unto my lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool.
2 TheLordshall send forth the rod of thy strength out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.
3 Thy people offer themselves willingly in the day of thy power: in the beauties of holiness, from the womb of the morning, thou hast the dew of thy youth.
4 TheLordhath sworn, and will not repent, Thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek.
5 The Lord at thy right hand shall strike through kings in the day of his wrath.
6 He shall judge among the nations, he shall fillthe placeswith dead bodies; he shall strike through the head in many countries.
7 He shall drink of the brook in the way: therefore shall he lift up the head.