The Psalms

[A Psalm, a Song for the Sabbath day.] It is good to give thanks to the Lord, And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High;

To declare Thy lovingkindness in the morning, And Thy faithfulness by night,

With the ten-stringed lute, and with the harp; With resounding music upon the lyre.

For Thou, O Lord, hast made me glad by what Thou hast done, I will sing for joy at the works of Thy hands.

How great are Thy works, O Lord! Thy thoughts are very deep.

A senseless man has no knowledge; Nor does a stupid man understand this:

That when the wicked sprouted up like grass, And all who did iniquity flourished, It [was only] that they might be destroyed forevermore.

But Thou, O Lord, art on high forever.

For, behold, Thine enemies, O Lord, For, behold, Thine enemies will perish; All who do iniquity will be scattered.

But Thou hast exalted my horn like [that of] the wild ox; I have been anointed with fresh oil.

And my eye has looked [exultantly] upon my foes, My ears hear of the evildoers who rise up against me.

Planted in the house of the Lord, They will flourish in the courts of our God.

They will still yield fruit in old age; They shall be full of sap and very green,

To declare that the Lord is upright; [He is] my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him.