תהילים צ״בPsalms 92

A psalm. A song; for the sabbath day.

It is good to praise GOD,
to sing hymns to Your name, O Most High,

To proclaim Your steadfast love at daybreak,
Your faithfulness each night

With a ten-stringed harp,
with voice and lyre together.

You have gladdened me by Your deeds, O ETERNAL One;
I shout for joy at Your handiwork.

How great are Your works, O ETERNAL One,
how very subtle Your designs!

A brute cannot know,
a fool cannot understand this:

though the wicked sprout like grass,
though all evildoers blossom,
it is only that they may be destroyed forever.

But You are exalted, O ETERNAL One, for all time.

Surely, Your enemies, O ETERNAL One,
surely, Your enemies perish;
all evildoers are scattered.

You raise my horn high like that of a wild ox;
I am soaked in freshening oil.

I shall see the defeat of my watchful foes,
hear of the downfall of the wicked who beset me.

The righteous bloom like a date-palm;
they thrive like a cedar in Lebanon;

planted in the house of GOD,
they flourish in the courts of our God.

In old age they still produce fruit;
they are full of sap and freshness—

attesting that GOD is upright,
my rock, in whom there is no wrong.