A psalm. A song; for the sabbath day.
It is good to praise the LORD, to sing hymns to Your name, O Most High,
To proclaim Your steadfast love at daybreak, Your faithfulness each night
With a ten-stringed harp, with voice and lyre together.
You have gladdened me by Your deeds, O LORD; I shout for joy at Your handiwork.
How great are Your works, O LORD, how very subtle Your designs!
A brutish man cannot know, a fool cannot understand this:
though the wicked sprout like grass, though all evildoers blossom, it is only that they may be destroyed forever.
But You are exalted, O LORD, for all time.
Surely, Your enemies, O LORD, surely, Your enemies perish; all evildoers are scattered.
You raise my horn high like that of a wild ox; I am soaked in freshening oil.
I shall see the defeat of my watchful foes, hear of the downfall of the wicked who beset me.
The righteous bloom like a date-palm; they thrive like a cedar in Lebanon;
planted in the house of the LORD, they flourish in the courts of our God.
In old age they still produce fruit; they are full of sap and freshness,
attesting that the LORD is upright, my rock, in whom there is no wrong.