|A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath.
It is a good thing to give praise to the Lord, and to make melody to your name, O Most High;
|To make clear your mercy in the morning, and your unchanging faith every night;
|On a ten-corded instrument, and on an instrument of music with a quiet sound.
|For you, O Lord, have made me glad through your work; I will have joy in the works of your hands.
|O Lord, how great are your works! and your thoughts are very deep.
|A man without sense has no knowledge of this; and a foolish man may not take it in.
|When the sinners come up like the grass, and all the workers of evil do well for themselves, it is so that their end may be eternal destruction.
|But you, O Lord, are on high for ever.
|For see! your haters, O Lord, will be put to death; all the workers of evil will be put to flight;
|But my horn is lifted up like the horn of the ox: the best oil is flowing on my head.
|My eyes have seen trouble come on my haters; my ears have news of the fate of the evil-doers who have come up against me.
|The good man will be like a tall tree in his strength; his growth will be as the wide-stretching trees of Lebanon.
|Those who are planted in the house of the Lord will come up tall and strong in his gardens.
|They will give fruit even when they are old; they will be fertile and full of growth;
|For a sign that the Lord is upright; he is my Rock, there is no deceit in him.