A psalm; a song for the Sabbath day.
92:1 It is fitting to thank the Lord,
and to sing praises to your name, O sovereign One!
92:2 It is fitting to proclaim your loyal love in the morning,
and your faithfulness during the night,
92:3 to the accompaniment of a ten-stringed instrument and a lyre,
to the accompaniment of the meditative tone of the harp.
92:4 For you, O Lord, have made me happy by your work.
I will sing for joy because of what you have done.
92:5 How great are your works, O Lord!
Your plans are very intricate!
92:6 The spiritually insensitive do not recognize this;
the fool does not understand this.
92:7 When the wicked sprout up like grass,
and all the evildoers glisten,
it is so that they may be annihilated.
92:8 But you, O Lord, reign forever!
92:9 Indeed, look at your enemies, O Lord!
Indeed, look at how your enemies perish!
All the evildoers are scattered!
92:10 You exalt my horn like that of a wild ox.
I am covered with fresh oil.
92:11 I gloat in triumph over those who tried to ambush me;
I hear the defeated cries of the evil foes who attacked me.
92:12 The godly grow like a palm tree;
they grow high like a cedar in Lebanon.
92:13 Planted in the Lord’s house,
they grow in the courts of our God.
92:14 They bear fruit even when they are old;
they are filled with vitality and have many leaves.
92:15 So they proclaim that the Lord, my protector,
is just and never unfair.