Psalm 92
How good to give thanks to the Lord
: to sing praises to your name, O Most High,
To declare your love in the morning
: and at night to sing of your faithfulness,
Upon the lute, upon the lute of ten strings
: and to the melody of the lyre.
For in all you have done, O Lord, you have made me glad
: I will sing for joy because of the works of your hands.
Lord, how glorious are your works
: your thoughts are very deep.
The brutish do not consider
: and the fool cannot understand
That though the wicked sprout like grass
: and all wrongdoers flourish,
They flourish to be destroyed for ever
: but you, Lord, are exalted for evermore.
For behold, your enemies, O Lord, your enemies shall perish
: and all the workers of wickedness shall be scattered.
You have lifted up my head like the horns of the wild oxen
: I am anointed with fresh oil;
My eyes have looked down on my enemies
: and my ears have heard the ruin of those who rose up against me.
The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree
: they shall spread abroad like a cedar in Lebanon;
For they are planted in the house of the Lord
: and flourish in the courts of our God.
In old age they shall be full of sap
: they shall be sturdy and laden with branches;
And they will say that the Lord is just
: the Lord my Rock, in whom is no unrighteousness.