Psalm 92
New American Standard Bible
Praise for the Lord’s Goodness.
A Psalm, a Song for the Sabbath day.
92 It is (A)good to give thanks to the Lord
And to (B)sing praises to Your name, Most High;
2 To (C)declare Your goodness in the morning
And Your (D)faithfulness by [a]night,
3 [b]With the (E)ten-stringed lute and [c]with the (F)harp,
[d]With resounding music on the (G)lyre.
4 For You, Lord, have made me joyful by [e]what You (H)have done,
I will (I)sing for joy over the (J)works of Your hands.
5 How (K)great are Your works, Lord!
Your [f](L)thoughts are very (M)deep.
6 A (N)stupid person has no knowledge,
Nor does a (O)foolish person understand this:
7 When the wicked (P)sprouted up like grass
And all (Q)who did injustice flourished,
It was only that they might be (R)destroyed forevermore.
8 But You, Lord, are (S)on high forever.
9 For, behold, Your enemies, Lord,
For, behold, (T)Your enemies will perish;
All who do injustice will be (U)scattered.
10 But You have exalted my (V)horn like that of the wild ox;
I have [g]been (W)anointed with fresh oil.
11 And my eye has (X)looked at my enemies,
My ears hear of the evildoers who rise up against me.
12 The (Y)righteous person will [h]flourish like the palm tree,
He will grow like a (Z)cedar in Lebanon.
13 (AA)Planted in the house of the Lord,
They will flourish (AB)in the courtyards of our God.
14 They will still [i](AC)yield fruit in advanced age;
They will be [j]full of sap and very green,
15 To [k]declare that (AD)the Lord is just;
He is my (AE)rock, and there is (AF)no malice in Him.
Footnotes
- Psalm 92:2 Lit nights
- Psalm 92:3 Lit Upon
- Psalm 92:3 Lit Upon
- Psalm 92:3 Lit Upon
- Psalm 92:4 Lit Your working
- Psalm 92:5 Or purposes
- Psalm 92:10 Or become moist
- Psalm 92:12 Lit sprout
- Psalm 92:14 Or thrive in
- Psalm 92:14 Lit fat and
- Psalm 92:15 Or show forth
Psalm 92
New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition
Psalm 92
Thanksgiving for Vindication
A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath Day.
1 It is good to give thanks to the Lord,
to sing praises to your name, O Most High,(A)
2 to declare your steadfast love in the morning
and your faithfulness by night,(B)
3 to the music of the lute and the harp,
to the melody of the lyre.(C)
4 For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work;
at the works of your hands I sing for joy.
5 How great are your works, O Lord!
Your thoughts are very deep!(D)
6 The dullard cannot know;
the stupid cannot understand this:
7 though the wicked sprout like grass
and all evildoers flourish,
they are doomed to destruction forever,(E)
8 but you, O Lord, are on high forever.(F)
9 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)
Psalm 92
Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition
92 The Lord hath reigned, he is clothed with beauty: the Lord is clothed with strength, and hath girded himself. For he hath established the world which shall not be moved.
2 Thy throne is prepared from of old: thou art from everlasting.
3 The floods have lifted up, O Lord: the floods have lifted up their voice. The floods have lifted up their waves,
4 With the noise of many waters. Wonderful are the surges of the sea: wonderful is the Lord on high.
5 Thy testimonies are become exceedingly credible: holiness becometh thy house, O Lord, unto length of days.
Psalm 92
The Message
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!
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