Psalm 92

1 How good to give thanks to the Lord:
    to sing praises to your name, O Most High,
2 To declare your love in the morning:
    and at night to sing of your faithfulness,
3 Upon the lute, upon the lute of ten strings:
    and to the melody of the lyre.
4 For in all you have done, O Lord, you have made me glad:
    I will sing for joy because of the works of your hands.
5 Lord, how glorious are your works:
    your thoughts are very deep.
6 The brutish do not consider:
    and the fool cannot understand
7 That though the wicked sprout like grass:
    and all wrongdoers flourish,
8 They flourish to be destroyed for ever:
    but you, Lord, are exalted for evermore.
9 For behold, your enemies, O Lord, your enemies shall perish:
    and all the workers of wickedness shall be scattered.
10 You have lifted up my head like the horns of the wild oxen:
    I am anointed with fresh oil;
11 My eyes have looked down on my enemies:
    and my ears have heard the ruin of those who rose up against me.
12 The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree:
    they shall spread abroad like a cedar in Lebanon;
13 For they are planted in the house of the Lord:
    and flourish in the courts of our God.
14 In old age they shall be full of sap:
    they shall be sturdy and laden with branches;
15 And they will say that the Lord is just:
    the Lord my Rock, in whom is no unrighteousness.