1A psalm: a song: for the sabbath day IT is good to give thanks to the LORD, to sing psalms to your name, Most High,
2to declare your love in the morning and your faithfulness every night
3to the music of a ten-stringed harp, to the sounding chords of the lyre.
4Your acts, LORD, fill me with exultation; I shout in triumph at your mighty deeds.
5How great are your deeds, LORD, how very deep are your thoughts!
6Anyone who does not grasp this is a stupid person, and a fool does not understand it:
7that though the wicked grow like grass and every evildoer prospers, they will be finally destroyed,
8while you, LORD, reign for ever.
9Your enemies, LORD, your enemies will perish; all evildoers will be scattered.
10You have raised my head high like the horns of a wild ox; I am anointed richly with oil.
11I look on my enemies' ruin, I hear the downfall of my wicked foes.
12The righteous flourish like a palm tree, they grow tall as a cedar on Lebanon;
13planted in the house of the LORD, and flourishing in the courts of our God,
14they still bear fruit in old age; they are luxuriant, wide-spreading trees.
15They declare that the Lord is just: my rock, in him there is no unrighteousness.