诗篇 110

1Jehovah saith unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thine enemies thy footstool. 2Jehovah will send forth the rod of thy strength out of Zion: Rule thou in the midst of thine enemies. 3Thy people offer themselves willingly In the day of thy power, in holy array: Out of the womb of the morning Thou hast the dew of thy youth. 4Jehovah hath sworn, and will not repent: Thou art a priest for ever After the order of Melchizedek. 5The Lord at thy right hand Will strike through kings in the day of his wrath. 6He will judge among the nations, He will fill [the places] with dead bodies; He will strike through the head in many countries. 7He will drink of the brook in the way: Therefore will he lift up the head. Psalm 111