Psalms

A Psalm. A song for the Sabbath day.

1It is a good thing to give thanks to the LORD,to sing praises to your name, Most High,

2to proclaim your loving kindness in the morning,and your faithfulness every night,

3with the ten-stringed lute, with the harp,and with the melody of the lyre.

4For you, LORD, have made me glad through your work.I will triumph in the works of your hands.

5How great are your works, LORD!Your thoughts are very deep.

6A senseless man doesn’t know,neither does a fool understand this:

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

8But you, LORD, are on high forever more.

9For behold, your enemies, LORD,for behold, your enemies shall perish. All the evildoers will be scattered.

10But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox.I am anointed with fresh oil.

11My eye has also seen my enemies.My ears have heard of the wicked enemies who rise up against me.

12The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree.He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

13They are planted in the LORD’s house.They will flourish in our God’s courts.

14They will still produce fruit in old age.They will be full of sap and green,

15to show that the LORD is upright.He is my rock,and there is no unrighteousness in him.

1A Psalm. — A Song for the sabbath-day. Good to give thanks to Jehovah, And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High,

2To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.

3On ten strings and on psaltery, On higgaion, with harp.

4For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.

5How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.

6A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; —

7When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity — For their being destroyed for ever and ever!

8And Thou [art] high to the age, O Jehovah.

9For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.

10And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.

11And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.

12The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.

13Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.

14Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,

15To declare that upright [is] Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!