Psalms 92

¹ A Song for the Sabbath. It is good to give thanks to the LORD, to sing praises to thy name, O Most High;

² to declare thy steadfast love in the morning, and thy faithfulness by night,

³ to the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre.

⁴ For thou, O LORD, hast made me glad by thy work; at the works of thy hands I sing for joy.

⁵ How great are thy works, O LORD! Thy thoughts are very deep!

⁶ The dull man cannot know, the stupid cannot understand this:

⁷ that, though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction for ever,

⁸ but thou, O LORD, art on high for ever.

⁹ For, lo, thy enemies, O LORD, for, lo, thy enemies shall perish; all evildoers shall be scattered.

¹⁰ But thou hast exalted my horn like that of the wild ox; thou hast poured over me 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 bring forth fruit in old age, they are ever full of sap and green,

¹⁵ to show that the LORD is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.