1 | A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath. |
2 | To make clear your mercy in the morning, and your unchanging faith every night; |
3 | On a ten-corded instrument, and on an instrument of music with a quiet sound. |
4 | For you, O Lord, have made me glad through your work; I will have joy in the works of your hands. |
5 | O Lord, how great are your works! and your thoughts are very deep. |
6 | A man without sense has no knowledge of this; and a foolish man may not take it in. |
7 | When the sinners come up like the grass, and all the workers of evil do well for themselves, it is so that their end may be eternal destruction. |
8 | But you, O Lord, are on high for ever. |
9 | For see! your haters, O Lord, will be put to death; all the workers of evil will be put to flight; |
10 | But my horn is lifted up like the horn of the ox: the best oil is flowing on my head. |
11 | My eyes have seen trouble come on my haters; my ears have news of the fate of the evil-doers who have come up against me. |
12 | The good man will be like a tall tree in his strength; his growth will be as the wide-stretching trees of Lebanon. |
13 | Those who are planted in the house of the Lord will come up tall and strong in his gardens. |
14 | They will give fruit even when they are old; they will be fertile and full of growth; |
15 | For a sign that the Lord is upright; he is my Rock, there is no deceit in him. |
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