PSALM 92

¹A psalm, a song for the sabbath day.

    ²It is good to acclaim the LORD

          and to hymn to Your name, Most High,

    ³to tell in the morning Your kindness,

          Your faithfulness in the nights,

    ⁴on ten-stringed instrument and on the lute,

          on the lyre with chanted sound.

    ⁵For You made me rejoice, LORD, through Your acts,

          of the work of Your hands I sing gladly.

    ⁶How great Your works, O LORD,

          Your designs are very deep.

    ⁷The brutish man does not know,

          nor does the fool understand this:

    ⁸the wicked spring up like grass,

          and all the wrongdoers flourish—

                to be destroyed for all time.

    ⁹And You are on high forever, O LORD!

    ¹⁰For, look, Your enemies, O LORD,

          for, look, Your enemies perish,

                all the wrongdoers are scattered.

    ¹¹And You raise up my horn like the wild ox.

          I am soaked in fresh oil.

    ¹²And my eyes behold my foes’ defeat,

          those hostile toward me, my ears hear their fall.

    ¹³The righteous man springs up like the palm tree,

          like the Lebanon cedar he towers.

    ¹⁴Planted in the house of the LORD,

          in the courts of our God they flourish.

    ¹⁵They bear fruit still in old age,

          fresh and full of sap they are,

    ¹⁶to tell that the LORD is upright,

          my rock, there is no wrong in Him.