A Psalm, a Song for the Sabbath day.
It is good to give thanks to the Lord
And to sing praises to Your name, O Most High;

The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree,
He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

They will still yield fruit in old age;
They shall be full of sap and very green,

Planted in the house of the Lord,
They will flourish in the courts of our God.

How great are Your works, O Lord!
Your thoughts are very deep.

But You have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox;
I have been anointed with fresh oil.

For You, O Lord, have made me glad by what You have done,
I will sing for joy at the works of Your hands.

To declare Your lovingkindness in the morning
And Your faithfulness by night,

That when the wicked sprouted up like grass
And all who did iniquity flourished,
It was only that they might be destroyed forevermore.

To declare that the Lord is upright;
He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him.

A senseless man has no knowledge,
Nor does a stupid man understand this:

With the ten-stringed lute and with the harp,
With resounding music upon the lyre.

For, behold, Your enemies, O Lord,
For, behold, Your enemies will perish;
All who do iniquity will be scattered.

And my eye has looked exultantly upon my foes,
My ears hear of the evildoers who rise up against me.

But You, O Lord, are on high forever.