A psalm. A song for the Sabbath day.
1It is good to give thanks to the Lord,
to sing praises to your name, Most High;
2to proclaim your loyal love in the morning,
your faithfulness at nighttime
3with the ten-stringed harp,
with the melody of the lyre
4because you’ve made me happy, Lord,
by your acts.
I sing with joy because of your handiwork.
5How awesome are your works, Lord!
Your thoughts are so deep!
6Ignorant people don’t know—
fools don’t understand this:
7though the wicked spring up like grass
and all evildoers seem to blossom,
they do so only to be destroyed forever.
8But you, Lord, are exalted forever!
9Look at your enemies, Lord!
Look at how your enemies die,
how all evildoers are scattered abroad!
10But you’ve made me as strong as a wild ox.
I’m soaked in precious ointment.
11My eyes have seen my enemies’ defeat;
my ears have heard the downfall of my evil foes.
12The righteous will spring up like a palm tree.
They will grow strong like a cedar of Lebanon.
13Those who have been replanted in the Lord’s house
will spring up in the courtyards of our God.
14They will bear fruit even when old and gray;
they will remain lush and fresh 15in order to proclaim:
"The Lord is righteous.
He’s my rock.
There’s nothing unrighteous in him."
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