1 Yehowah says to my Master, �Sit at my right hand,
until I make your enemies your footstool for your feet.�
2 Yehowah will send out the rod of your strength out of Zion.
Rule among your enemies.
3 Your people offer themselves willingly in the day of your power, in holy array.
Out of the womb of the morning, you have the dew of your youth.
4 Yehowah has sworn, and will not change his mind:
�You are a priest forever in the order of Melchizedek.�
5 The Master is at your right hand.
He will crush kings in the day of his wrath.
6 He will judge among the nations.
He will heap up dead bodies.
He will crush the ruler of the whole earth.
7 He will drink of the brook on the way;
therefore he will lift up his head.