The Lord says to my lord Sit at my right hand While I make your enemies Your footstool The scepter of your might! Yours is princely power from the day of your birth In holy splendor before the daystar Like dew I begot you The Lord extends your strong scepter Have dominion over your enemies! The Lord has sworn and will not waver You are a priest forever In the manner of Melchizedek At your right hand is the Lord Who crushes kings on the day Of his wrath Who judges nations, heaps up corpses Crushes heads across the wide earth The Lord says to my lord Sit at my right hand While I make your enemies Your footstool