Of David, a psalm.
1 This said the Lord concerning my lord,
“Sit at my right hand,
till I set your foot on the neck of your foes.”
On Zion the Lord is wielding
your sceptre of might, and charges you
To rule over the foes that surround you.
The day that you march to battle
your people will follow you gladly
young warriors in holy array,
like dew-drops, born of the morning.
The Lord has sworn and will not repent,
“As for you, you are priest for ever
as Melchizedek was.”
By your side will the Lord shatter kings
on the day of his wrath.
He will execute judgment
filling the valleys with dead,
the broad fields with shattered heads.
He will drink of the brook by the way,
and march onward with uplifted head.