Psalm 92
How Great Are Your Works
A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath.
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It is good to give thanks to the Lord,
to sing praises to your name, O Most High;
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to declare your steadfast love in the morning,
and your faithfulness by night,
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to the music of the lute and the harp,
to the melody of the lyre.
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For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work;
at the works of your hands I sing for joy.
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How great are your works, O Lord!
Your thoughts are very deep!
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The stupid man cannot know;
the fool cannot understand this:
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that though the wicked sprout like grass
and all evildoers flourish,
they are doomed to destruction forever;
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but you, O Lord, are on high forever.
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For behold, your enemies, O Lord,
for behold, your enemies shall perish;
all evildoers shall be scattered.
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But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox;
you have poured over met fresh oil.
11
My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies;
my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants.
12
The righteous flourish like the palm tree
and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
13
They are planted in the house of the Lord;
they flourish in the courts of our God.
14
They still bear fruit in old age;
they are ever full of sap and green,
15
to declare that the Lord is upright;
he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
Psalm 92
1 It is a good thing to give thanks unto Jehovah, And to sing praises unto thy name, O Most High;
2 To show forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, And thy faithfulness every night,
3 With an instrument of ten strings, and with the psaltery; With a solemn sound upon the harp.
4 For thou, Jehovah, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
5 How great are thy works, O Jehovah! Thy thoughts are very deep.
6 A brutish man knoweth not; Neither doth a fool understand this:
7 When the wicked spring as the grass, And when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; It is that they shall be destroyed for ever.
8 But thou, O Jehovah, art on high for evermore.
9 For, lo, thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, thine enemies shall perish; All the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.
10 But my horn hast thou exalted like the horn of the wild-ox: I am anointed with fresh oil.
11 Mine eye also hath seen my desire on mine enemies, Mine ears have heard my desire of the evil-doers that rise up against me.
12 The righteous shall flourish like the palm-tree: He shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
13 They are planted in the house of Jehovah; They shall flourish in the courts of our God.
14 They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; They shall be full of sap and green:
15 To show that Jehovah is upright; He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
