| | 1 | A psalm. A song. For the Sabbath day. It is good to praise the LORD and make music to your name, O Most High, | |
| | 2 | to proclaim your love in the morning and your faithfulness at night, | |
| | 3 | to the music of the ten-stringed lyre and the melody of the harp. | |
| | 4 | For you make me glad by your deeds, O LORD; I sing for joy at the works of your hands. | |
| | 5 | How great are your works, O LORD, how profound your thoughts! | |
| | 6 | The senseless man does not know, fools do not understand, | |
| | 7 | that though the wicked spring up like grass and all evildoers flourish, they will be forever destroyed. | |
| | 8 | But you, O LORD, are exalted forever. | |
| | 9 | For surely your enemies, O LORD, surely your enemies will perish; all evildoers will be scattered. | |
| | 10 | You have exalted my horn like that of a wild ox; fine oils have been poured upon me. | |
| | 11 | My eyes have seen the defeat of my adversaries; my ears have heard the rout of my wicked foes. | |
| | 12 | The righteous will flourish like a palm tree, they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon; | |
| | 13 | planted in the house of the LORD, they will flourish in the courts of our God. | |
| | 14 | They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green, | |
| | 15 | proclaiming, "The LORD is upright; he is my Rock, and there is no wickedness in him." | |
