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A Song of Praise[a]

92 How good it is to give thanks to you, O Lord,
    to sing in your honor, O Most High God,
to proclaim your constant love every morning
    and your faithfulness every night,
with the music of stringed instruments
    and with melody on the harp.
Your mighty deeds, O Lord, make me glad;
    because of what you have done, I sing for joy.

How great are your actions, Lord!
    How deep are your thoughts!
(A)This is something a fool cannot know;
    someone who is stupid cannot understand:
the wicked may grow like weeds,
    those who do wrong may prosper;
yet they will be totally destroyed,
    because you, Lord, are supreme forever.

We know that your enemies will die,
    and all the wicked will be defeated.
10 You have made me as strong as a wild ox;
    you have blessed me with happiness.
11 I have seen the defeat of my enemies
    and heard the cries of the wicked.

12 The righteous will flourish like palm trees;
    they will grow like the cedars of Lebanon.
13 They are like trees planted in the house of the Lord,
    that flourish in the Temple of our God,
14     that still bear fruit in old age
    and are always green and strong.
15 This shows that the Lord is just,
    that there is no wrong in my protector.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 92:1 HEBREW TITLE: A psalm; a song for the Sabbath.

Psalm 92

Thanksgiving for Vindication

A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath Day.

It is good to give thanks to the Lord,
    to sing praises to your name, O Most High,(A)
to declare your steadfast love in the morning
    and your faithfulness by night,(B)
to the music of the lute and the harp,
    to the melody of the lyre.(C)
For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work;
    at the works of your hands I sing for joy.

How great are your works, O Lord!
    Your thoughts are very deep!(D)
The dullard cannot know;
    the stupid cannot understand this:
though the wicked sprout like grass
    and all evildoers flourish,
they are doomed to destruction forever,(E)
    but you, O Lord, are on high forever.(F)
For your enemies, O Lord,
    for your enemies shall perish;
    all evildoers shall be scattered.(G)

10 But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox;
    you have anointed me with fresh oil.
11 My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies;
    my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants.(H)

12 The righteous flourish like the palm tree
    and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.(I)
13 They are planted in the house of the Lord;
    they flourish in the courts of our God.
14 In old age they still produce fruit;
    they are always green and full of sap,(J)
15 showing that the Lord is upright;
    he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.(K)

92 1-3 What a beautiful thing, God, to give thanks,
    to sing an anthem to you, the High God!
To announce your love each daybreak,
    sing your faithful presence all through the night,
Accompanied by dulcimer and harp,
    the full-bodied music of strings.

4-9 You made me so happy, God.
    I saw your work and I shouted for joy.
How magnificent your work, God!
    How profound your thoughts!
Dullards never notice what you do;
    fools never do get it.
When the wicked popped up like weeds
    and all the evil men and women took over,
You mowed them down,
    finished them off once and for all.
You, God, are High and Eternal.
    Look at your enemies, God!
Look at your enemies—ruined!
    Scattered to the winds, all those hirelings of evil!

10-14 But you’ve made me strong as a charging bison,
    you’ve honored me with a festive parade.
The sight of my critics going down is still fresh,
    the rout of my malicious detractors.
My ears are filled with the sounds of promise:
    “Good people will prosper like palm trees,
Grow tall like Lebanon cedars;
    transplanted to God’s courtyard,
They’ll grow tall in the presence of God,
    lithe and green, virile still in old age.”

15 Such witnesses to upright God!
    My Mountain, my huge, holy Mountain!