Psalm 92 | King James Version
1A Psalm or Song for the sabbath day. It is a good thing to give thanks unto the LORD, and to sing praises unto thy name, O most High:2To shew forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness every night,3Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon the psaltery; upon the harp with a solemn sound.4For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.5O LORD, how great are thy works! and thy thoughts are very deep.6A brutish man knoweth not; neither doth a fool understand this.7When the wicked spring as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; it is that they shall be destroyed for ever:8But thou, LORD, art most high for evermore.9For, lo, thine enemies, O LORD, for, lo, thine enemies shall perish; all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.10But my horn shalt thou exalt like the horn of an unicorn: I shall be anointed with fresh oil.11Mine eye also shall see my desire on mine enemies, and mine ears shall hear my desire of the wicked that rise up against me.12The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.13Those that be planted in the house of the LORD shall flourish in the courts of our God.14They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing;15To shew that the LORD is upright: he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
English Standard Version
How Great Are Your Works
1A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath. It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to your name, O Most High;2to declare your steadfast love in the morning, and your faithfulness by night,3to the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre.4For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work; at the works of your hands I sing for joy.5How great are your works, O Lord! Your thoughts are very deep!6The stupid man cannot know; the fool cannot understand this:7that though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction forever;8but you, O Lord, are on high forever.9For behold, your enemies, O Lord, for behold, your enemies shall perish; all evildoers shall be scattered.10But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox; you have poured over me* fresh oil.11My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies; my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants.12The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.13They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God.14They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green,15to declare that the Lord is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
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