1 A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath.

2 \92:1\It is a good thing to give praise to the Lord, and to make melody to your name, O Most High;

3 \92:2\To make clear your mercy in the morning, and your unchanging faith every night;

4 \92:3\On a ten-corded instrument, and on an instrument of music with a quiet sound.

5 \92:4\For you, O Lord, have made me glad through your work; I will have joy in the works of your hands.

6 \92:5\O Lord, how great are your works! and your thoughts are very deep.

7 \92:6\A man without sense has no knowledge of this; and a foolish man may not take it in.

8 \92:7\When the sinners come up like the grass, and all the workers of evil do well for themselves, it is so that their end may be eternal destruction.

9 \92:8\But you, O Lord, are on high for ever.

10 \92:9\For see! your haters, O Lord, will be put to death; all the workers of evil will be put to flight;

11 \92:10\But my horn is lifted up like the horn of the ox: the best oil is flowing on my head.

12 \92:11\My eyes have seen trouble come on my haters; my ears have news of the fate of the evil-doers who have come up against me.

13 \92:12\The good man will be like a tall tree in his strength; his growth will be as the wide-stretching trees of Lebanon.

14 \92:13\Those who are planted in the house of the Lord will come up tall and strong in his gardens.

15 \92:14\They will give fruit even when they are old; they will be fertile and full of growth;

16 \92:15\For a sign that the Lord is upright; he is my Rock, there is no deceit in him.

1 It is a good thing to give thanks to Yahweh,

to sing praises to your name, Most High,

2 to proclaim your loving kindness in the morning,

and your faithfulness every night,

3 with the ten-stringed lute, with the harp,

and with the melody of the lyre.

4 For you, Yahweh, have made me glad through your work.

I will triumph in the works of your hands.

5 How great are your works, Yahweh!

Your thoughts are very deep.

6 A senseless man doesn’t know,

neither does a fool understand this:

7 though the wicked spring up as the grass,

and all the evildoers flourish,

they will be destroyed forever.

8 But you, Yahweh, are on high forever more.

9 For behold, your enemies, Yahweh,

for behold, your enemies shall perish.

All the evildoers will be scattered.

10 But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox.

I am anointed with fresh oil.

11 My eye has also seen my enemies.

My ears have heard of the wicked enemies who rise up against me.

12 The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree.

He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

13 They are planted in Yahweh’s house.

They will flourish in our God’s courts.

14 They will still produce fruit in old age.

They will be full of sap and green,

15 to show that Yahweh is upright.

He is my rock,

and there is no unrighteousness in him.