The Book of Psalms

A PSALM. A SONG FOR THE SABBATH DAY. [It is] good to give thanks to YHWH, || And to sing praises to Your Name, O Most High,

To declare Your kindness in the morning, || And Your faithfulness in the nights.

On ten strings and on stringed instrument, || On higgaion, with harp.

For You have caused me to rejoice, O YHWH, in Your work, || I sing concerning the works of Your hands.

How great Your works have been, O YHWH, || Your thoughts have been very deep.

A brutish man does not know, || And a fool does not understand this—

When the wicked flourish as an herb, || And all workers of iniquity blossom—For their being destroyed forever and ever!

And You [are] high for all time, O YHWH.

For behold, Your enemies, O YHWH, || For behold, Your enemies perish, || All workers of iniquity separate themselves.

And You exalt my horn as a wild ox, || I have been anointed with fresh oil.

And my eye looks on my enemies, || Of those rising up against me, || The evildoers, my ears hear.

The righteous flourish as a palm-tree, || He grows as a cedar in Lebanon.

Those planted in the house of YHWH, || In the courts of our God, flourish.

Still they bring forth in old age, || They are fat and flourishing,

To declare that YHWH my Rock [is] upright, || And there is no perverseness in Him!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you, LORD, are on high forever more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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