⁰Of David. A psalm.

¹The utterance of Yahweh to my lord: Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies a footstool for your feet.

²Yahweh will send out the staff of your strength from Zion: rule in the midst of your enemies.

³Your people are freewill offerings in the day of your strength; in the splendors of holiness, from the womb of the dawn, yours is the dew of your youth.

⁴Yahweh has sworn and will not regret it: you are a priest forever, after the order of Malki-Tsedek.

⁵The Lord is at your right hand; he shattered kings in the day of his anger.

⁶He judges among the nations; it is full of corpses; he shatters the head over the great land.

⁷He drinks from the wadi on the way; therefore he holds his head high.