1
A melody of Daviyd. Yahuah said to my Adonai, “Sit at My right hand until I set your enemies as a footstool for your feet.”
2
Yahuah sends the rod of your strength from Tziyon: rule in the midst of your enemies.
3
Your people are freewill offerings in the day of your might, in splendors of Set-Apartness. From the womb of dawn, yours is the dew of your youth.
4
Yahuah has sworn and does not relent: “You are a Kohen forever according to the order of Malki-Tzedeq.”
5
Adonai at Your right hand crushes kings in the day of His anger.
6
He judges among nations; He fills them with corpses; He crushes the head over a broad land.
7
From the torrent in the way he drinks; therefore he lifts the head.