Psalms 92
92
A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath.
1It is good to give thanks to the Lord,
to sing praises to thy name, O Most High;
2to declare thy steadfast love in the morning,
and thy faithfulness by night,
3to the music of the lute and the harp,
to the melody of the lyre.
4For thou, O Lord, hast made me glad by thy work;
at the works of thy hands I sing for joy.
5How great are thy works, O Lord!
Thy thoughts are very deep!
6The dull man cannot know,
the stupid cannot understand this:
7that, though the wicked sprout like grass
and all evildoers flourish,
they are doomed to destruction for ever,
8but thou, O Lord, art on high for ever.
9For lo, thy enemies, O Lord,
for lo, thy enemies shall perish;
all evildoers shall be scattered.
10But thou hast exalted my horn like that of the wild ox;
thou hast poured over me#92.10 Syr: Heb uncertain fresh oil.
11My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies,
my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants.
12The righteous flourish like the palm tree,
and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
13They are planted in the house of the Lord,
they flourish in the courts of our God.
14They still bring forth fruit in old age,
they are ever full of sap and green,
15to 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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