JuliaSmith(i) 1 To David a chanting. Jehovah spake to my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand and I will set thine enemies the stool to thy feet 2 The rod of thy strength will Jehovah send out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thine enemies. 3 Thy people were willing in the day of thy strength, in the splendors of holiness from the womb of the dawn: to thee the dew of thy childhood. 4 Jehovah sware and he will not lament, Thou a priest forever according to the manner of Melchizedeck. 5 Jehovah upon thy right hand crushed kings in the day of his anger. 6 He shall judge in the nations; he filled with dead bodies: he crushed the head over much land. 7 He shall drink from the torrent in the way: for this he shall lift up the head.