Psalms 92

1A psalm. A song; for the sabbath day.

2It is good to praise GOD,to sing hymns to Your name, O Most High,

3To proclaim Your steadfast love at daybreak,Your faithfulness each night

4With a ten-stringed harp,with voice and lyre together.

5You have gladdened me by Your deeds, O ETERNAL One;I shout for joy at Your handiwork.

6How great are Your works, O ETERNAL One,how very subtle Your designs!

7A brute cannot know,a fool cannot understand this:

8though the wicked sprout like grass,though all evildoers blossom,it is only that they may be destroyed forever.

9But You are exalted, O ETERNAL One, for all time.

10Surely, Your enemies, O ETERNAL One,surely, Your enemies perish;all evildoers are scattered.

11You raise my horn high like that of a wild ox;I am soaked in freshening oil.

12I shall see the defeat of my watchful foes,hear of the downfall of the wicked who beset me.

13The righteous bloom like a date-palm;they thrive like a cedar in Lebanon;

14planted in the house of GOD,they flourish in the courts of our God.

15In old age they still produce fruit;they are full of sap and freshness—

16attesting that GOD is upright,my rock, in whom there is no wrong.