Psalm 92

Psalm 92

A psalm; a song; for the day of rest—a holy day. 

¹It is good to give thanks to the Lord, 

to make music to praise your name, O Most High. 

²It is good to announce your mercy in the morning 

and your faithfulness in the evening 

³on a ten-stringed instrument and a harp 

and with a melody on a lyre. 

⁴You made me find joy in what you have done, O Lord. 

I will sing joyfully about the works of your hands. 

⁵How spectacular are your works, O Lord! 

How very deep are your thoughts! 

⁶A stupid person cannot know 

and a fool cannot understand 

⁷that wicked people sprout like grass 

and all troublemakers blossom ⸤like flowers⸥, 

only to be destroyed forever. 

⁸But you, O Lord, are highly honored forever. 

⁹Now look at your enemies, O Lord. 

Now look at your enemies. 

They disappear, and all troublemakers are scattered. 

¹⁰But you make me as strong as a wild bull, 

and soothing lotion is poured on me. 

¹¹My eyes gloat over those who spy on me. 

My ears hear ⸤the cries⸥ of evildoers attacking me. 

¹²Righteous people flourish like palm trees 

and grow tall like the cedars in Lebanon. 

¹³They are planted in the Lord’s house. 

They blossom in our God’s courtyards. 

¹⁴Even when they are old, they still bear fruit. 

They are always healthy and fresh. 

¹⁵They make it known that the Lord is decent. 

He is my rock. 

He is never unfair.