Psalms 92
92
A Psalm. A song for the Sabbath day.
1 It is a good thing to give thanks to the LORD,
to sing praises to your name, Most High,
2 to proclaim your loving kindness in the morning,
and your faithfulness every night,
3 with the ten-stringed lute, with the harp,
and with the melody of the lyre.
4 For you, LORD, have made me glad through your work.
I will triumph in the works of your hands.
5 How great are your works, LORD!
Your thoughts are very deep.
6 A senseless man doesn’t know,
neither does a fool understand this:
7though the wicked spring up as the grass,
and all the evildoers flourish,
they will be destroyed forever.
8 But you, LORD, are on high forever more.
9 For behold, your enemies, LORD,
for behold, your enemies shall perish.
All the evildoers will be scattered.
10 But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox.
I am anointed with fresh oil.
11 My eye has also seen my enemies.
My ears have heard of the wicked enemies who rise up against me.
12 The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree.
He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
13They are planted in the LORD’s house.
They will flourish in our God’s courts.
14 They will still produce fruit in old age.
They will be full of sap and green,
15 to show that the LORD is upright.
He is my rock,
and there is no unrighteousness in him.
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Psalms 92
92
Psalm 92
A psalm; a song; for the day of rest—a holy day.
1It is good to give thanks to the Lord,
to make music to praise your name, O Most High.
2It is good to announce your mercy in the morning
and your faithfulness in the evening
3on a ten-stringed instrument and a harp
and with a melody on a lyre.
4You made me find joy in what you have done, O Lord.
I will sing joyfully about the works of your hands.
5How spectacular are your works, O Lord!
How very deep are your thoughts!
6A stupid person cannot know
and a fool cannot understand
7that wicked people sprout like grass
and all troublemakers blossom ⌞like flowers⌟,
only to be destroyed forever.
8But you, O Lord, are highly honored forever.
9Now look at your enemies, O Lord.
Now look at your enemies.
They disappear, and all troublemakers are scattered.
10But you make me as strong as a wild bull,
and soothing lotion is poured on me.
11My eyes gloat over those who spy on me.
My ears hear ⌞the cries⌟ of evildoers attacking me.
12Righteous people flourish like palm trees
and grow tall like the cedars in Lebanon.
13They are planted in the Lord’s house.
They blossom in our God’s courtyards.
14Even when they are old, they still bear fruit.
They are always healthy and fresh.
15They make it known that the Lord is decent.
He is my rock.
He is never unfair.
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