Psalms.
Chapter 92.
A Psalm, a Song for the sabbath day. It is a good thing to give thanks unto Jehovah, And to sing praises unto thy name, O Most High; 
To show forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, And thy faithfulness every night, 
With an instrument of ten strings, and with the psaltery; With a solemn sound upon the harp. 
For thou, Jehovah, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands. 
How great are thy works, O Jehovah! Thy thoughts are very deep. 
A brutish man knoweth not; Neither doth a fool understand this: 
When the wicked spring as the grass, And when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; It is that they shall be destroyed forever. 
But thou, O Jehovah, art on high forevermore. 
For, lo, thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, thine enemies shall perish; All the workers of iniquity shall be scattered. 
But my horn hast thou exalted like the horn of the wild ox: I am anointed with fresh oil. 
Mine eye also hath seen my desire on mine enemies, Mine ears have heard my desire of the evildoers that rise up against me. 
The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: He shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. 
They are planted in the house of Jehovah; They shall flourish in the courts of our God. 
They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; They shall be full of sap and green: 
To show that Jehovah is upright; He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him. 
