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Psalm 110 NIV
Of David. A psalm.
The LORD says to my Lord:
“Sit at my right hand
until I make your enemies
a footstool for your feet.”
The LORD will extend your mighty scepter from Zion;
you will rule in the midst of your enemies.
Your troops will be willing
on your day of battle.
Arrayed in holy majesty,
from the womb of the dawn
you will receive the dew of your youth.
The LORD has sworn
and will not change his mind:
“You are a priest forever,
in the order of Melchizedek.”
The Lord is at your right hand;
he will crush kings on the day of his wrath.
He will judge the nations, heaping up the dead
and crushing the rulers of the whole earth.
He will drink from a brook beside the way;
therefore he will lift up his head.
READ
“My lord”—priest forever, in Melchizedek’s line. Judge of the nations, crusher of pagan kings, the scepter extended from Zion. Could these hopes truly be found in this Jesus of Nazareth, descendent of David? Not merely these hopes, but the anticipations of every nation, every tribe, every culture find their culmination in this divine carpenter from Galilee.
-Brian Rhea
The transcendent Image of Brahman,
Blossomed and mirrored in the full-to-overflowing
Eternal Intelligence—
Victory to God, the God-man.
Child of the pure Virgin,
Guide of the Universe, infinite in Being
Yet beauteous with relations,
Victory to God, the God-Man.
Ornament of the Assembly
Of saints and sages, Destroyer of fear,
Chastiser of the Spirit of Evil—
Victory to God, the God-Man.
Dispeller of weakness
Of soul and body, pouring out life for others,
Whose deeds are holy,
Victory to God, the God-Man.
Priest and Offerer
Of his own soul in agony, whose Life is Sacrifice,
Destroyer of sin’s poison—
Victory to God, the God-Man.
Tender, beloved,
Soother of the human heart, Ointment of the eyes,
Vanquisher of fierce death—
Victory to God, the God-Man.
—Brahmabandhab Upadyaya (1861-1907)