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.

Psalm 92

A psalm; a song for the Sabbath day.

1 It is fitting to thank the Lord,
and to sing praises to your name, O sovereign One!

2 It is fitting to proclaim your loyal love in the morning,
and your faithfulness during the night,

3 to the accompaniment of a ten-stringed instrument and a lyre,
to the accompaniment of the meditative tone of the harp.

4 For you, O Lord, have made me happy by your work.
I will sing for joy because of what you have done.

5 How great are your works, O Lord!
Your plans are very intricate!

6 The spiritually insensitive do not recognize this;
the fool does not understand this.

7 When the wicked sprout up like grass,
and all the evildoers glisten,
it is so that they may be annihilated.

8 But you, O Lord, reign forever!

9 Indeed, look at your enemies, O Lord!
Indeed, look at how your enemies perish!
All the evildoers are scattered!

10 You exalt my horn like that of a wild ox.
I am covered with fresh oil.

11 I gloat in triumph over those who tried to ambush me;
I hear the defeated cries of the evil foes who attacked me.

12 The godly grow like a palm tree;
they grow high like a cedar in Lebanon.

13 Planted in the Lord’s house,
they grow in the courts of our God.

14 They bear fruit even when they are old;
they are filled with vitality and have many leaves.

15 So they proclaim that the Lord, my protector,
is just and never unfair.