Psalms 92

¹ [Psalm Song For the Sabbath] It is good to give thanks to Yahweh, to make music for your name, MostHigh,

² to proclaim your faithful love at daybreak, and your constancy al through the night,

³ on the lyre, the ten-stringed lyre, to the murmur of the harp.

⁴ You have brought me joy, Yahweh, by your deeds, at the work of your hands I cry out,

⁵ 'How great are your works, Yahweh, immensely deep your thoughts!'

⁶ Stupid people cannot realise this, fools do not grasp it.

⁷ The wicked may sprout like weeds, and every evil-doer flourish, but only to be eternally destroyed;

⁸ whereas you are supreme for ever, Yahweh.

⁹ Look how your enemies perish, how all evil-doers are scattered!

¹⁰ You give me the strength of the wild ox, you anoint me with fresh oil;

¹¹ I caught sight of the ambush against me, overheard the plans of the wicked.

¹² The upright wil flourish like the palm tree, will grow like a cedar of Lebanon.

¹³ Planted in the house of Yahweh, they wil flourish in the courts of our God.

¹⁴ In old age they wil stil bear fruit, wil remain fresh and green,

¹⁵ to proclaim Yahweh's integrity; my rock, in whom no fault can be found.