Sunday's Praise The Lord

A Song for the Sabbath Day.

Psalms 92

It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to your name, O Most High;  to declare your steadfast love in the morning, and your faithfulness by night,  to the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre.  For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work; at the works of your hands I sing for joy.  How great are your works, O Lord! Your thoughts are very deep!

The dullard cannot know, the stupid cannot understand this:  though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction forever,  but you, O Lord, are on high forever.  For your enemies, O Lord, for your enemies shall perish; all evildoers shall be scattered.  But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox; you have poured over me fresh oil.  My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies; my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants.

The righteous flourish like the palm tree, and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.  They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God.   In old age they still produce fruit; they are always green and full of sap,  showing that the Lord is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.

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