Psalms 92
How Great Are Your Works
A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath.
1It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to your name, O Most High;2to declare your steadfast love in the morning, and your faithfulness by night,
3to the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre.
4For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work; at the works of your hands I sing for joy.
5How great are your works, O Lord! Your thoughts are very deep!
6The stupid man cannot know; the fool cannot understand this:
7that though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction forever;
8but you, O Lord, are on high forever.
9For behold, your enemies, O Lord, for behold, your enemies shall perish; all evildoers shall be scattered.
10But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox; you have poured over me fresh oil. 11My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies; my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants.
12The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
13They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God.
14They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green,
15to declare that the Lord is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.