A Psalm of David
Jehovah bid my master, “Sit at my right hand,
Until I will make your enemies your footstool.”
Jehovah will extend your scepter from Zion,
And you will rule in the midst of your enemies.
Your troops will be ready on the day of battle.
Arrayed in the magnificence of holiness,
From the womb of dawn, they are like the morning dew.
Jehovah has sworn and will not go back on his word,
“Forever you are a priest, like Melchizedek.”
God the Master will stand at your right hand.
He will strike down kings on the day of his wrath.
He will pass judgment on the heathen nations,
Filling their lands with bodies of the dead
And crushing rulers throughout the whole earth.
He will take a drink from the wayside brook,
And, because of it, hold his head up high.
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