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

To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.

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

On ten strings and on psaltery, On (higgaion) with harp.

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 caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.

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

How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.

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

A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; —

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

And Thou [art] high to the age, O Jehovah.

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

For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.

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

And Thou exaltest as a reem 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.

And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.

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

The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.

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

Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.

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

Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,

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

To declare that upright [is] Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!