1 [[David's. A Melody.]] The declaration of Yahweh to my Lord–Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thy foes thy footstool. 2 Thy sceptre of strength, will Yahweh extend out of Zion, Tread thou down, in the midst of thy foes. 3 Thy people, will freely offer themselves, in the day of thine army,–in the splendours of holiness, out of the womb of the dawn, To thee, [shall spring forth] the dew of thy youth. 4 Yahweh, hath sworn–and will not repent, Thou, [shalt be] a priest unto times age-abiding, after the manner of Melchizedek.

5 My Lord, on thy right hand,–hath shattered–in the day of his anger–kings; 6 He will judge among the nations–full of dead bodies! He hath shattered the head over a land far extended: 7 Of the torrent in the way, will he drink;–For this cause, will he lift up [his] head.