Psalms 92
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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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Psalms 92
92
A Psalm. — A Song for the sabbath-day.
1Good 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!
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