A word from the Lord came to my Lord: "Take the seat at My right hand Until every enemy of Yours Lies as a footrest under You." From Zion comes the rod of royal power; Rule among the enemies around. Your people offer freely in the morning, Clothed in holiness like dew upon the ground. An oath the Lord will never take back: Your priesthood has no ending, Ordered as Melchizedek's was ordered, A throne and priesthood joined. The Lord at Your right hand breaks rulers, Judges nations and fills the field with ruin. He drinks from the brook along the roadway, Then lifts His head in victory.