^1aA Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath day.

^1bIt is good to thank the Lord,

And to make psalm melody to your name, O Most High,

²And to tell of your kindness in the morning

And of your faithfulness in the night,

³On the ten-stringed kithara and the lute,

With a meditation on the harp.

⁴For you have given me joy, O Lord,

Through your work.

I shout for joy

Because of the works of your hands.

⁵How great your works are, O Lord,

And how very deep your thoughts are!

⁶The undiscerning man does not know,

And the fool does not understand this.

⁷As the wicked shoot up like grass,

So all those who commit iniquity flourish,

But only for them to be destroyed in all perpetuity.

⁸And you are age-abidingly on high,

O Lord.

⁹For here are your enemies, O Lord,

For here are your enemies, who will perish;

All those who commit iniquity will be scattered.

¹⁰And you have exalted my horn like that of a rhinoceros;

I have been suffused with fresh oil.

¹¹And my eye has beheld those who watched for me;

When evildoers rose up against me,

My ears heard it.

¹²The righteous man will flourish like a palm tree;

He will become great like a cedar of Lebanon.

¹³Being planted in the house of the Lord

– In the courtyards of our God –

They will flourish.

¹⁴They will still be putting forth shoots in old age;

They will be sap-rich and fresh,

¹⁵So as to tell that the Lord is upright

– My rock –

And that there is no injustice in him.