[1]A Psalm of David. 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 saith unto my lord: 'Sit thou at My right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool.'[2]The rod of Thy strength 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 will send out of Zion: 'Rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.'[3]Thy people offer themselves willingly in the day of thy warfare; in adornments of holiness, from the womb of the dawn, thine is the dew of thy youth.[4]𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 hath sworn, and will not repent: 'Thou art a priest for ever after the manner of Melchizedek.'[5]The Lord at thy right hand doth crush kings in the day of His wrath.[6]He will judge among the nations; He filleth it with the dead bodies, He crusheth the head over a wide land.[7]He will drink of the brook in the way; therefore will he lift up the head.