110
1  A psalm of David. 
Here is the Lord’s proclamation to my lord:  
“Sit down at my right hand until I make your enemies your footstool!” 
2  The Lord extends your dominion from Zion. 
Rule in the midst of your enemies! 
3  Your people willingly follow you when you go into battle. 
On the holy hills at sunrise the dew of your youth belongs to you. 
4  The Lord makes this promise on oath and will not revoke it:  
“You are an eternal priest after the pattern of Melchizedek.” 
5  O sovereign  Lord, at your right hand 
he strikes down kings in the day he unleashes his anger. 
6  He executes judgment against the nations; 
he fills the valleys with corpses; 
he shatters their heads over the vast battlefield. 
7  From the stream along the road he drinks; 
then he lifts up his head.