Psalm 92

Psalm 92

A psalm. A song. For the Sabbath day.

^*It is good to praise the Lord

and make music^a to your name,^b O Most High,^c

proclaiming your love in the morning^d

and your faithfulness at night,

to the music of the ten-stringed lyre^e

and the melody of the harp.^f

For you make me glad by your deeds, Lord;

I sing for joy^g at what your hands have done.^h

How great are your works,ⁱ Lord,

how profound your thoughts!^j

Senseless people^k do not know,

fools do not understand,

that though the wicked spring up like grass

and all evildoers flourish,

they will be destroyed forever.^l

But you, Lord, are forever exalted.

For surely your enemies^m, Lord,

surely your enemies will perish;

all evildoers will be scattered.ⁿ

You have exalted my horn^o like that of a wild ox;^p

fine oils^q have been poured on me.

My eyes have seen the defeat of my adversaries;

my ears have heard the rout of my wicked foes.^r

The righteous will flourish^s like a palm tree,

they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon;^t

planted in the house of the Lord,

they will flourish in the courts of our God.^u

They will still bear fruit^v in old age,

they will stay fresh and green,

proclaiming, “The Lord is upright;

he is my Rock, and there is no wickedness in him.^w”