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A Psalm. A song for the Sabbath day.

92 It is a good thing to give thanks to Yahweh,
    to sing praises to your name, Most High,
to proclaim your loving kindness in the morning,
    and your faithfulness every night,
with the ten-stringed lute, with the harp,
    and with the melody of the lyre.
For you, Yahweh, have made me glad through your work.
    I will triumph in the works of your hands.
How great are your works, Yahweh!
    Your thoughts are very deep.
A senseless man doesn’t know,
    neither does a fool understand this:
though the wicked spring up as the grass,
    and all the evildoers flourish,
    they will be destroyed forever.
But you, Yahweh, are on high forever more.
For, behold, your enemies, Yahweh,
    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.
13 They are planted in Yahweh’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 Yahweh is upright.
He is my rock,
    and there is no unrighteousness in him.

Psalm 92

A psalm. A song to be sung on the Sabbath Day.

It is good to give thanks to the Lord,
    to sing praises to the Most High.
It is good to proclaim your unfailing love in the morning,
    your faithfulness in the evening,
accompanied by a ten-stringed instrument, a harp,
    and the melody of a lyre.

You thrill me, Lord, with all you have done for me!
    I sing for joy because of what you have done.
O Lord, what great works you do!
    And how deep are your thoughts.
Only a simpleton would not know,
    and only a fool would not understand this:
Though the wicked sprout like weeds
    and evildoers flourish,
    they will be destroyed forever.

But you, O Lord, will be exalted forever.
Your enemies, Lord, will surely perish;
    all evildoers will be scattered.
10 But you have made me as strong as a wild ox.
    You have anointed me with the finest oil.
11 My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies;
    my ears have heard the defeat of my wicked opponents.
12 But the godly will flourish like palm trees
    and grow strong like the cedars of Lebanon.
13 For they are transplanted to the Lord’s own house.
    They flourish in the courts of our God.
14 Even in old age they will still produce fruit;
    they will remain vital and green.
15 They will declare, “The Lord is just!
    He is my rock!
    There is no evil in him!”