Psalms 92

92 ¹ It is good to give thanks to our Father, to sing praises to your name, Most High, ² to declare your covenant love in the morning, and your faithfulness through the nights, ³ on the ten-stringed lute and on the harp, with the melody of the lyre. ⁴ For you have made me glad, our Father, by your work; at the works of your hands I sing for joy. ⁵ How great are your works, our Father! Your thoughts are very deep! ⁶ The senseless man does not know, and the fool does not understand this:

⁷ Though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction forever. ⁸ But you, our Father, are on high forever. ⁹ For look, your enemies, our Father — look, your enemies will perish; all evildoers will be scattered. ¹⁰ But you have raised my horn high like a wild ox; I am anointed with fresh oil. ¹¹ My eyes have looked on my watchful foes; my ears have heard the doom of the wicked who rise against me. ¹² The righteous flourish like the palm tree; they grow like a cedar in Lebanon. ¹³ Planted in the house of our Father, they flourish in the courts of our Father. ¹⁴ They still bear fruit in old age; they stay fresh and green, ¹⁵ to declare that our Father is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.