It is good to give thanks to the LORD, to sing praises to your name, Most High;
to proclaim your loyal love in the morning, your faithfulness at nighttime
with the ten-stringed harp, with the melody of the lyre
because you've made me happy, LORD, by your acts. I sing with joy because of your handiwork.
How awesome are your works, LORD! Your thoughts are so deep!
Ignorant people don't know— fools don't understand this:
though the wicked spring up like grass and all evildoers seem to blossom, they do so only to be destroyed forever.
But you, LORD, are exalted forever!
Look at your enemies, LORD! Look at how your enemies die, how all evildoers are scattered abroad!
But you've made me as strong as a wild ox. I'm soaked in precious ointment.
My eyes have seen my enemies' defeat; my ears have heard the downfall of my evil foes.
The righteous will spring up like a palm tree. They will grow strong like a cedar of Lebanon.
Those who have been replanted in the LORD's house will spring up in the courtyards of our God.
They will bear fruit even when old and gray; they will remain lush and fresh
in order to proclaim: "The LORD is righteous. He's my rock. There's nothing unrighteous in him."