Psalm 92

¹A Psalm. — A Song for the sabbath-day. Good to give thanks to Jehovah, And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High,

²To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.

³On ten strings and on psaltery, On higgaion, with harp.

⁴For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.

⁵How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.

⁶A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; —

⁷When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity — For their being destroyed for ever and ever!

⁸And Thou [art] high to the age, O Jehovah.

⁹For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.

¹⁰And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.

¹¹And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.

¹²The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.

¹³Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.

¹⁴Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,

¹⁵To declare that upright [is] Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!