92 A Psalm. -- A Song for the sabbath-day. Good to give thanks to Jehovah, And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High,

² To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.

³ On ten strings and on psaltery, On higgaion, with harp.

⁴ For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.

⁵ How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.

⁶ A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; --

⁷ When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity -- For their being destroyed for ever and ever!

⁸ And Thou [art] high to the age, O Jehovah.

⁹ For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.

¹⁰ And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.

¹¹ And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.

¹² The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.

¹³ Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.

¹⁴ Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,

¹⁵ To declare that upright [is] Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!