Psalms 92

¹ Good is it to acclaim Yahweh, And to make melody to Your Name, O Supreme! ² To tell, in the morning, Your benignity, And Your faithfulness in the nights, ³ On ten strings and on the zither, In a chant with a harp. ⁴ For You make me rejoice, O Yahweh, by Your deeds; In the works of Your hands I am jubilant. ⁵ How great are Your works, O Yahweh, Exceedingly deep, Your designs! ⁶ An irrational man, he does not know, And a stupid one, he cannot understand this: ⁷ The wicked bud like herbage, And all contrivers of lawlessness blossom, But only that they be exterminated until the future, ⁸ When You are on high for the eon, O Yahweh. ⁹ For behold, Your enemies, O Yahweh, For behold, Your enemies, they shall perish! All contrivers of lawlessness shall be routed! ¹⁰ Yet You shall exalt my horn like that of a wild bull; You will empower me with flourishing oil. ¹¹ And my eye shall look upon those lying in wait for me; My ears shall hear of the evildoers rising against me. ¹² The righteous one shall bud like a palm tree; Like a cedar in Lebanon, he shall grow great. ¹³ Those transplanted into the House of Yahweh, They shall bud in the courts of our Elohim. ¹⁴ They shall still produce when greyhaired; They shall be sleek and flourishing, ¹⁵ Telling that Yahweh is upright, My Rock, and no iniquity is in Him.