Psalms 92

1 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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

6 The insensitive cannot know, nor can a fool understand,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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