Psalms 92

It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to your name, O Most High;

to declare your merciful 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 dull man cannot know, the stupid cannot understand this:

that, though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction for ever,

but you, O Lord, are on high for ever.

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 bring forth fruit in old age, they are ever full of sap and green,

to show that the Lord is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.