Psalm 92

A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath.
It is good to give thanks to the Lord, 
    to sing praises to your name, O Most High; 
    to declare your steadfast love in the morning, 
    and your faithfulness by night, 
    to the music of the lute and the harp, 
    to the melody of the lyre. 
For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work; 
    at the works of your hands I sing for joy. 
How great are your works, O Lord! 
Your thoughts are very deep! 
The stupid man cannot know; 
    the fool cannot understand this: 
    that though the wicked sprout like grass 
    and all evildoers flourish, 
    they are doomed to destruction forever; 
    but you, O Lord, are on high forever. 
For behold, your enemies, O Lord, 
    for behold, your enemies shall perish; 
    all evildoers shall be scattered. 
But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox; 
    you have poured over me fresh oil. 
My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies; 
    my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants. 
The righteous flourish like the palm tree 
    and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. 
They are planted in the house of the Lord; 
    they flourish in the courts of our God. 
They still bear fruit in old age; 
    they are ever full of sap and green, 
    to declare that the Lord is upright; 
    he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.