Psalms 92

1 A psalm, a song for the Sabbath day. It is a good thing to give thanks to Yahweh and to sing praises to your name, Most High,

A psalm. A song; for the sabbath day. It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praise to your name, O Most High,

2 to proclaim your covenant faithfulness in the morning and your truthfulness every night,

to declare your love in the morning, and your faithfulness in the night,

3 with a harp of ten strings and with the melody of the lyre.

with voice and a ten-stringed harp, with music that throbs on the lyre.

4 For you, Yahweh, have made me glad through your deeds. I will sing for joy because of the deeds of your hands.

For you make me glad by your deeds, Lord, at the work of your hands I will ring out my joy.

5 How great are your deeds, Yahweh! Your thoughts are very deep.

How great are your works, O Lord; how deep are your thoughts!

6 A brutish person does not know, nor does a fool understand this:

The insensitive cannot know, nor can a fool understand,

7 When the wicked sprout like the grass, and even when all the evildoers thrive, still they are doomed to eternal destruction.

that, though the wicked flourish like grass, and evildoers all blossom, they will perish forever.

8 But you, Yahweh, will reign forever.

But you are exalted forever.

9 Indeed, look at your enemies, Yahweh! Indeed, look at your enemies. They will perish! All those who do evil will be scattered.

For see! Your enemies, Lord For see! Your enemies perish, all evildoers are scattered.

10 You have lifted up my horn like the horn of the wild ox; I am anointed with fresh oil.

But you lift me to honour, and anoint me afresh with oil.

11 My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies; my ears have heard of the doom of my evil foes.

My eyes will feast on my foes, and my ears will hear of the doom of the wicked.

12 The righteous will flourish like the palm tree; they will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

The righteous will sprout like the palm, will grow like a cedar of Lebanon.

13 They are planted in the house of Yahweh; they flourish in the courts of our God.

In the house of the Lord are they planted, in the courts of our God they will sprout.

14 They bear fruit even when they are old; they stay fresh and green,

They will still bear fruit in old age, all sappy and fresh will they be

15 to proclaim that Yahweh is just. He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.

So they proclaim the Lord to be just, my rock, in whom is no wrong.