Psalm 92

It is good to give thanks to Jehovah
And to make melody to your name, O Most High;
To tell in the morning about your loving-kindness
And about your faithfulness during the nights,
Upon a ten-stringed instrument and upon the lute,
By resounding music on the harp.
For you have made me rejoice, O Jehovah, because of your activity;
Because of the works of your hands I cry out joyfully.
How great your works are, O Jehovah!
Very deep your thoughts are.
No unreasoning man himself can know [them],
And no one stupid can understand this.
When the wicked ones sprout as the vegetation
And all the practicers of what is hurtful blossom forth,
It is that they may be annihilated forever.
But you are on high to time indefinite, O Jehovah.
For, look, your enemies will perish;
All the pracicers of what is hurtful will be separated from one another.
But you will exalt my horn like that of a wild bull;
I shall moisten [myself]with fresh oil.
And my eye will look on my foes;
My ears will hear about the very ones who rise up against me, the evildoers.
The righteous himself will blossom forth as a palm tree does;
As a cedar in Lebanon does, he will grow big.
Those who are planted in the house of Jehovah,
In the courtyards of our God, they will blossom forth.
They will still keep on thriving during gray-headedness,
Fat and fresh they will continue to be,
To tell that Jehovah is upright.
[He] is my Rock, in whom there is no unrighteousness.