1 A Psalm of David. The affirmation of Jehovah to my Lord: 'Sit at My right hand, Till I make thine enemies thy footstool.' 2 The rod of thy strength doth Jehovah send from Zion, Rule in the midst of thine enemies. 3 Thy people [are] free-will gifts in the day of Thy strength, in the honours of holiness, From the womb, from the morning, Thou hast the dew of thy youth. 4 Jehovah hath sworn, and doth not repent, 'Thou [art] a priest to the age, According to the order of Melchizedek.' 5 The Lord on thy right hand smote kings In the day of His anger. 6 He doth judge among the nations, He hath completed the carcases, Hath smitten the head over the mighty earth. 7 From a brook in the way he drinketh, Therefore he doth lift up the head!