A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath day.
1 It is good to give thanks to the Lord,
And to sing praises to Your name, O Most High;
And Your faithfulness every night,
On the lute,
And on the harp,
With harmonious sound.
I will triumph in the works of Your hands.
Your thoughts are very deep.
Nor does a fool understand this.
And when all the workers of iniquity flourish,
It is that they may be destroyed forever.
For behold, Your enemies shall perish;
All the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.
I have been anointed with fresh oil.
My ears hear my desire on the wicked
Who rise up against me.
He shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
Shall flourish in the courts of our God.
They shall be [c]fresh and [d]flourishing,
He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him.