Psalms, 92

A melody, a song, for the sabbath day.

¹ It is good to give thanks to Jehovah^*1 And to make melody to your name, O Most High;

² To tell in the morning about your loving-kindness And about your faithfulness during the nights,

³ Upon a ten-stringed instrument and upon the lute, By resounding music on the harp.

⁴ For you have made me rejoice, O Jehovah,^*1 because of your activity; Because of the works of your hands I cry out joyfully.

⁵ How great your works are, O Jehovah!^*1 Very deep your thoughts are.

⁶ No unreasoning man himself can know [them], And no one stupid can understand this.

⁷ When the wicked ones sprout as the vegetation And all the practicers of what is hurtful blossom forth, It is that they may be annihilated forever.

⁸ But you are on high to time indefinite, O Jehovah.^*1

⁹ For, look! your enemies, O Jehovah,^*1 For, look! your own enemies will perish; All the practicers of what is hurtful will be separated from one another.

¹⁰ But you will exalt my horn like that of a wild bull;^*1 I shall moisten [myself]^*2 with fresh oil.

¹¹ And my eye will look on my foes;^*1 My ears will hear about the very ones who rise up against me, the evildoers.

¹² The righteous himself will blossom forth as a palm tree does; As a cedar in Lebʹa·non does, he will grow big.

¹³ Those who are planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courtyards of our God, they will blossom forth.

¹⁴ They will still keep on thriving during gray-headedness, Fat and fresh they will continue to be,

¹⁵ To tell that Jehovah is upright. [He is] my Rock, in whom there is no unrighteousness.