1By David, a psalm. The Eternal saith unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I place thy enemies as a stool for thy feet. 2The staff of thy strength will the Eternal stretch forth out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thy enemies. 3Thy people will bring freewill–gifts on the day of thy power, in the ornaments of holiness: as out of the bosom of the morning–dawn so is thine the dew of thy youth. 4The Lord hath sworn, and will not repent of it, Thou shalt be a priest for ever after the order of Malki–zedek. 5The Lord at thy right hand crusheth kings on the day of his wrath. 6He will judge among the nations––there shall be a fulness of corpses––he crusheth heads on a wide–spread land. 7From the brook will he drink on the way: therefore will he lift up the head.