Psalm 92

A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath day.

It is good to give thanks to Yahweh

And to sing praises to Your name, O Most High;

To declare Your lovingkindness in the morning

And Your faithfulness by night,

With the ten‑stringed lute and with the harp,

With resounding music upon the lyre.

For You, O Yahweh, have made me glad by what You have done,

I will sing for joy at the works of Your hands.

How great are Your works, O Yahweh!

Your thoughts are very deep.

A senseless man does not know,

And a fool does not understand this:

That when the wicked flourished like grass

And all the workers of iniquity blossomed,

It was only that they might be destroyed forevermore.

But You are on high forever, O Yahweh.

For, behold, Your enemies, O Yahweh,

For, behold, Your enemies will perish;

All the workers of iniquity will be scattered.

But You have raised up my horn like that of the wild ox;

I have been anointed with fresh oil.

And my eye has looked exultantly upon my foes,

My ears hear of the evildoers who rise up against me.

The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree,

He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

Planted in the house of Yahweh,

They will flourish in the courts of our God.

They will still yield fruit in old age;

They shall be rich and fresh,

To declare that Yahweh is upright;

He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him.