Psalms 92

NEW JERUSALEM	LXX
1 [Psalm Song For the Sabbath] It is good to give thanks to Yahweh, to make music for your name, MostHigh,	1 εις την ημεραν του προσαββατου οτε κατωκισται η γη αινος ωδης τω δαυιδ ο κυριος εβασιλευσεν ευπρεπειαν ενεδυσατο ενεδυσατο κυριος δυναμιν και περιεζωσατο και γαρ εστερεωσεν την οικουμενην ητις ου σαλευθησεται
2 to proclaim your faithful love at daybreak, and your constancy al through the night,	2 ετοιμος ο θρονος σου απο τοτε απο του αιωνος συ ει
3 on the lyre, the ten-stringed lyre, to the murmur of the harp.	3 επηραν οι ποταμοι κυριε επηραν οι ποταμοι φωνας αυτων
4 You have brought me joy, Yahweh, by your deeds, at the work of your hands I cry out,	4 απο φωνων υδατων πολλων θαυμαστοι οι μετεωρισμοι της θαλασσης θαυμαστος εν υψηλοις ο κυριος
5 'How great are your works, Yahweh, immensely deep your thoughts!'	5 τα μαρτυρια σου επιστωθησαν σφοδρα τω οικω σου πρεπει αγιασμα κυριε εις μακροτητα ημερων
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.