Psalms 110
1A Psalm of David. HaShem saith unto my lord: 'Sit thou at My right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool.' 2The rod of Thy strength HaShem will send out of Zion: 'Rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.' 3Thy 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. 4HaShem hath sworn, and will not repent: 'Thou art a priest for ever after the manner of Melchizedek.' 5The L-rd at thy right hand doth crush kings in the day of His wrath. 6He will judge among the nations; He filleth it with the dead bodies, He crusheth the head over a wide land. 7He will drink of the brook in the way; therefore will he lift up the head.
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