Psalms 92

¹Psalm 92 A psalm. A song. For the Sabbath day. It is good to praise the Lord and make music to your name, O Most High,

²to proclaim your love in the morning and your faithfulness at night,

³to the music of the ten-stringed lyre and the melody of the harp.

⁴For you make me glad by your deeds, O Lord; I sing for joy at the works of your hands.

⁵How great are your works, O Lord, how profound your thoughts!

⁶The senseless man does not know, fools do not understand,

⁷that though the wicked spring up like grass and all evildoers flourish, they will be forever destroyed.

⁸But you, O Lord, are exalted forever.

⁹For surely your enemies, O Lord, surely your enemies will perish; all evildoers will be scattered.

¹⁰You have exalted my horn like that of a wild ox; fine oils have been poured upon me.

¹¹My eyes have seen the defeat of my adversaries; my ears have heard the rout of my wicked foes.

¹²The righteous will flourish like a palm tree, they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon;

¹³planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God.

¹⁴They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green,

¹⁵proclaiming, “The Lord is upright; he is my Rock, and there is no wickedness in him.”