PS 92:1 A Psalm. -- A Song for the sabbath-day. Good to give thanks to Jehovah, And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High,
PS 92:2 To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.
PS 92:3 On ten strings and on psaltery, On higgaion, with harp.
PS 92:4 For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.
PS 92:5 How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.
PS 92:6 A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; --
PS 92:7 When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity -- For their being destroyed for ever and ever!
PS 92:8 And Thou `art' high to the age, O Jehovah.
PS 92:9 For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.
PS 92:10 And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
PS 92:11 And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.
PS 92:12 The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.
PS 92:13 Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.
PS 92:14 Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,
PS 92:15 To declare that upright `is' Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!