Psalms Chapter 92 | Parsha:
1A psalm. A song; for the sabbath day.
2It is good to praise the Lord,
to sing hymns to Your name, O Most High,
3To proclaim Your steadfast love at daybreak,
Your faithfulness each night
4With a ten-stringed harp,
with voice and lyre together.
5You have gladdened me by Your deeds, O Lord;
I shout for joy at Your handiwork.
6How great are Your works, O Lord,
how very subtle Your designs!
7A brutish man cannot know,
a fool cannot understand this:
8though the wicked sprout like grass,
though all evildoers blossom,
it is only that they may be destroyed forever.
9But You are exalted, O Lord, for all time.
10Surely, Your enemies, O Lord,
surely, Your enemies perish;
all evildoers are scattered.
11You raise my horn high like that of a wild ox;
I am soaked in freshening oil.
12I shall see the defeat of my watchful foes,
hear of the downfall of the wicked who beset me.
13The righteous bloom like a date-palm;
they thrive like a cedar in Lebanon;
14planted in the house of the Lord,
they flourish in the courts of our God.
15In old age they still produce fruit;
they are full of sap and freshness,
16attesting that the Lord is upright,
my rock, in whom there is no wrong.