A psalm, a song, for the Sabbath day.{HR}[It is] good to give thanks unto Jehovah,{HR}And to sing psalms unto thy name, O Most High,
To show in the morning thy mercy{HR}And thy faithfulness in the night,
On decachord and on psaltery,{HR}On a meditation with a harp,
For thou hast gladdened me, Jehovah, by thy work;{HR}In the works of thy hands I will triumph.
How great are thy works, O Jehovah!{HR}Very deep [are] thy thoughts.
A brutish man knoweth not,{HR}And a fool doth not understand this.
When wicked [men] spring up as grass{HR}And all the workers of iniquity flourish,{HR}[It is] for them to be destroyed forever.
And thou, Jehovah, [art] on high forever.
For, lo, thine enemies, Jehovah—{HR}For, lo, thine enemies—shall perish;{HR}Scattered shall be all doers of iniquity.
And my horn wilt thou exalt like a buffalo’s;{HR}I shall be anointed with fresh oil.
And mine eye shall look upon my watchers;{HR}Mine ears shall hear of those rising against me—evil-doers.
The righteous one shall sprout as the palm,{HR}As a cedar in Lebanon shall he grow.
Planted in Jehovah’s house,{HR}In the courts of our God, they shall flourish.
Still shall they bear fruit in old age;{HR}Fat and green shall they be;
To show that Jehovah is upright:{HR}[He is] my rock, and no unrighteousness [is] in him.