[1] A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath. [2] It is good to give thanks to the
LORD, to sing praises to thy name, O Most High; [3] to declare thy
steadfast love in the morning, and thy faithfulness by night, [4] to the
music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre. [5] For thou, O
LORD, hast made me glad by thy work; at the works of thy hands I sing for
joy. [6] How great are thy works, O LORD! Thy thoughts are very deep! [7]
The dull man cannot know, the stupid cannot understand this: [8] that,
though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are
doomed to destruction for ever, [9] but thou, O LORD, art on high for ever.
[10] For, lo, thy enemies, O LORD, for, lo, thy enemies shall perish; all
evildoers shall be scattered. [11] But thou hast exalted my horn like that
of the wild ox; thou hast poured over me fresh oil. [12] My eyes have seen
the downfall of my enemies, my ears have heard the doom of my evil
assailants. [13] The righteous flourish like the palm tree, and grow like a
cedar in Lebanon. [14] They are planted in the house of the LORD, they
flourish in the courts of our God. [15] They still bring forth fruit in old
age, they are ever full of sap and green, [ (Psalms 92:16) to show that the
LORD is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him. ]
