Psalms 92 ⓘ

92:1 A Psalm. A song for the Sabbath day. It is a good thing to give thanks to the LORD, to sing praises to your name, Most High,

92:2 to proclaim your loving kindness in the morning, and your faithfulness every night,

92:3 with the ten-stringed lute, with the harp, and with the melody of the lyre.

92:4 For you, LORD, have made me glad through your work. I will triumph in the works of your hands.

92:5 How great are your works, LORD! Your thoughts are very deep.

92:6 A senseless man doesn’t know, neither does a fool understand this:

92:7 though the wicked spring up as the grass, and all the evildoers flourish, they will be destroyed forever.

92:8 But you, LORD, are on high forever more.

92:9 For behold, your enemies, LORD, for behold, your enemies shall perish. All the evildoers will be scattered.

92:10 But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox. I am anointed with fresh oil.

92:11 My eye has also seen my enemies. My ears have heard of the wicked enemies who rise up against me.

92:12 The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree. He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

92:13 They are planted in the LORD’s house. They will flourish in our God’s courts.

92:14 They will still produce fruit in old age. They will be full of sap and green,

92:15 to show that the LORD is upright. He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.