Psalms 92

1 A psalm. A song for the Sabbath day. How good it is to thank the Lord, to sing praises to you, Most High,

A Melody, a Song, For the Sabbath-day. It is good to give thanks to Yahweh, And to sing praises unto thy Name, O Most High;

2 to tell of your trustworthy love in the morning, and your faithfulness in the night,

To declare, in the morning, thy lovingkindness, And thy faithfulness at night;

3 to the music of a ten-stringed harp and the melody of a lyre.

Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon a harp, With resounding music on the lyre.

4 You've made me so happy, Lord, because of all you've done for me! I sing for joy at what you've done!

For thou hast made me glad, O Yahweh, in thy doing, In the works of thy hands, will I shout for joy.

5 Lord, what you do is amazing; your thoughts are very profound!

How great have grown thy works, Yahweh, [How] very deep are laid thy plans!

6 Only senseless people and fools don't know and understand this:

A man that is brutish, cannot know, And, a dullard, cannot discern this: —

7 even though the wicked grow up quickly like grass, and even though people who do evil flourish, they will be destroyed forever!

When the lawless do thrive like grass, And all the workers of iniquity have blossomed, It is that they may be destroyed for ever.

8 But you, Lord, rule on high forever.

But, thou, shalt be on high age-abidingly, O Yahweh.

9 Your enemies, Lord, your enemies will die; everyone who does evil will be destroyed!

For lo! thine enemies, Yahweh, For lo! thine enemies, shall perish, They shall be scattered—all the workers of iniquity;

10 But you have made me as powerful as a wild bull; you have anointed me with the best olive oil.

But thou wilt exalt, as [those of] the buffalo, my horn, I have been anointed, with fresh oil.

11 My eyes look with pleasure to see my enemies defeated; my ears have heard the downfall of those who tried to attack me.

So hath mine eye descried them who were lying in wait for me, —Of my wicked assailants, mine ears, shall hear.

12 Those who live right flourish like a palm tree; they grow tall like a cedar tree in Lebanon.

The righteous, like the palm-tree, shall thrive, Like the cedar in Lebanon, shall he grow;

13 They are planted in the house of the Lord; they thrive in the courts of our God.

They who are planted in the house of Yahweh, In the courts of our God, shall flourish;

14 Even when they are old they will still produce fruit, staying fresh and green.

Still shall they bear fruit in old age, Vigorous and fresh, shall they be:

15 They will declare, “The Lord does what is right! He is my rock! There is no wrong in him!”

To declare that upright is Yahweh, My Rock, and no perversity in him.