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 Psalm. — A Song for the sabbath-day. Good to give thanks to Jehovah, And to sing praises to 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 kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.
3 to the music of a ten-stringed harp and the melody of a lyre.
On ten strings and on psaltery, On (higgaion) with harp.
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 caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.
5 Lord, what you do is amazing; your thoughts are very profound!
How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.
6 Only senseless people and fools don't know and understand this:
A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not 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 wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity — For their being destroyed for ever and ever!
8 But you, Lord, rule on high forever.
And Thou [art] high to the age, O Jehovah.
9 Your enemies, Lord, your enemies will die; everyone who does evil will be destroyed!
For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.
10 But you have made me as powerful as a wild bull; you have anointed me with the best olive oil.
And Thou exaltest as a reem 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.
And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.
12 Those who live right flourish like a palm tree; they grow tall like a cedar tree in Lebanon.
The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.
13 They are planted in the house of the Lord; they thrive in the courts of our God.
Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.
14 Even when they are old they will still produce fruit, staying fresh and green.
Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,
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] Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!
