A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath.

   It is good to give thanks to the LORD,
       to sing praises to your name, O Most High;
   to declare your steadfast love in the morning,
       and your faithfulness by night,
   to the music of the lute and the harp,
       to the melody of the lyre.
   For you, O LORD, have made me glad by your work;
       at the works of your hands I sing for joy.


   How great are your works, O LORD!
       Your thoughts are very deep!
   The stupid man cannot know;
       the fool cannot understand this:
   that though the wicked sprout like grass
       and all evildoers flourish,
   they are doomed to destruction forever;
       but you, O LORD, are on high forever.
   For behold, your enemies, O LORD,
       for behold, your enemies shall perish;
       all evildoers shall be scattered.


   But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox;
       you have poured over me fresh oil.
   My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies;
       my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants.


   The righteous flourish like the palm tree
       and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
   They are planted in the house of the LORD;
       they flourish in the courts of our God.
   They still bear fruit in old age;
       they are ever full of sap and green,
   to declare that the LORD is upright;
       he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.

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