< Psalmorum 92 >
1 Psalmus Cantici, In die sabbati. Bonum est confiteri Domino: et psallere nomini tuo Altissime.
“A psalm for the Sabbath-day.” It is a good thing to give thanks to the LORD, And to sing praises to thy name, O Most High!
2 Ad annunciandum mane misericordiam tuam: et veritatem tuam per noctem.
To show forth thy loving-kindness in the morning, And thy faithfulness every night,
3 In decachordo, psalterio: cum cantico, in cithara.
Upon the ten-stringed instrument and the lute, Upon the harp with a solemn sound.
4 Quia delectasti me Domine in factura tua: et in operibus manuum tuarum exultabo.
For thou, LORD, hast made me glad by thy doings; In the works of thy hands I greatly rejoice!
5 Quam magnificata sunt opera tua Domine! nimis profundae factae sunt cogitationes tuae:
How great are thy works, O LORD! How deep thy purposes!
6 Vir insipiens non cognoscet: et stultus non intelliget haec.
But the unwise man knoweth not this, And the fool understandeth it not.
7 Cum exorti fuerint peccatores sicut foenum: et apparuerint omnes, qui operantur iniquitatem: Ut intereant in saeculum saeculi:
When the wicked spring up like grass, And all who practise iniquity flourish, It is but to be destroyed for ever!
8 tu autem Altissimus in aeternum Domine.
Thou, O LORD! art for ever exalted!
9 Quoniam ecce inimici tui Domine, quoniam ecce inimici tui peribunt: et dispergentur omnes, qui operantur iniquitatem.
For, lo! thine enemies, O LORD! For, lo! thine enemies perish, And dispersed are all who do iniquity!
10 Et exaltabitur sicut unicornis cornu meum: et senectus mea in misericordia uberi.
But my horn thou exaltest like the buffalo's; I am anointed with fresh oil.
11 Et despexit oculus meus inimicos meos: et insurgentibus in me malignantibus audiet auris mea.
Mine eye hath gazed with joy upon mine enemies; Mine ears have heard with joy of my wicked adversaries.
12 Iustus ut palma florebit: sicut cedrus Libani multiplicabitur.
The righteous shall flourish like the palm-tree; They shall grow up like the cedars of Lebanon;
13 Plantati in domo Domini, in atriis domus Dei nostri florebunt.
Planted in the house of the LORD, They shall flourish in the courts of our God.
14 Adhuc multiplicabuntur in senecta uberi: et bene patientes erunt,
Even in old age they bring forth fruit; They are green, and full of sap;
15 ut annuncient: Quoniam rectus Dominus Deus noster: et non est iniquitas in eo.
To show that the LORD, my rock, is upright, That there is no unrighteousness in him.