Day 18 — Psalm 92

HEBREW

PSALM 92

The virtuous man rejoices

Psalm, song for the sabbath.

It is good to give thanks to Yahweh,

to play in honor of Your name, Most High,

to proclaim Your love at daybreak

and Your faithfulness all through the night

to the music of the zither and lyre,

to the rippling of the harp.

I am happy, Yahweh, at what You have done;

at Your achievements I joyfully exclaim,

‘Great are Your achievements, Yahweh,

immensely deep Your thoughts!’

Stupid men are not aware of this,

fools can never appreciate it.

The wicked may sprout as thick as weeds

and every evildoer flourish,

but only to be everlastingly destroyed,

whereas You are supreme for ever.

See how Your enemies perish,

how all evil men are routed.

You raise my horn as if I were a wild ox,

You pour fresh oil on my head;

I was able to see those who were spying on me,

to overhear what the wicked were whispering,

so the virtuous flourish like palm trees

and grow as tall as the cedars of Lebanon.

Planted in the house of Yahweh,

they will flourish in the courts of our God,

still bearing fruit in old age,

still remaining fresh and green,

to proclaim that Yahweh is righteous,

my rock in whom no fault is to be found!

Next… Psalm 93