Psalm 110
The Lord said to my lord
: ‘Sit at my right hand,
until I make your enemies your footstool.’
The Lord commits to you the sceptre of your power
: reign from Zion in the midst of your enemies.
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.
The Lord has sworn and will not turn back
: ‘You are a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek.’
The king shall stand at your right hand, O Lord
: and shatter kings in the day of his wrath.
Glorious in majesty, he shall judge among the nations
: and shatter heads over a wide land.
He shall slake his thirst from the brook beside the way
: therefore shall he lift up his head.