A Psalm, a Song for the sabbath day. It is a good thing to give thanks unto Jehovah, And to sing praises unto thy name, O Most High;

To show forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, And thy faithfulness every night,

With an instrument of ten strings, and with the psaltery; With a solemn sound upon the harp.

For thou, Jehovah, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.

How great are thy works, O Jehovah! Thy thoughts are very deep.

A brutish man knoweth not; Neither doth a fool understand this:

When the wicked spring as the grass, And when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; It is that they shall be destroyed for ever.

But thou, O Jehovah, art on high for evermore.

For, lo, thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, thine enemies shall perish; All the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.

But my horn hast thou exalted like [the horn of] the wild-ox: I am anointed with fresh oil.

Mine eye also hath seen [my desire] on mine enemies, Mine ears have heard [my desire] of the evil-doers that rise up against me.

The righteous shall flourish like the palm-tree: He shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

They are planted in the house of Jehovah; They shall flourish in the courts of our God.

They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; They shall be full of sap and green:

To show that Jehovah is upright; He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.