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.