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Psalm 92

New Revised Standard NRS

1 It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to your name, O Most High;

2 to declare your steadfast love in the morning, and your faithfulness by night,

3 to the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre.

4 For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work; at the works of your hands I sing for joy.

5 How great are your works, O Lord! Your thoughts are very deep!

6 The dullard cannot know, the stupid cannot understand this:

7 though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction forever,

8 but you, O Lord, are on high forever.

9 For your enemies, O Lord, for your enemies shall perish; all evildoers shall be scattered.

10 But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox; you have poured over me fresh oil.

11 My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies; my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants.

12 The righteous flourish like the palm tree, and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

13 They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God.

14 In old age they still produce fruit; they are always green and full of sap,

15 showing that the Lord is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.

The Message Bible MSG

1 What a beautiful thing, God, to give thanks, to sing an anthem to you, the High God!

2 To announce your love each daybreak, sing your faithful presence all through the night,

3 Accompanied by dulcimer and harp, the full-bodied music of strings.

4 You made me so happy, God. I saw your work and I shouted for joy.

5 How magnificent your work, God! How profound your thoughts!

6 Dullards never notice what you do; fools never do get it.

7 When the wicked popped up like weeds and all the evil men and women took over, You mowed them down, finished them off once and for all.

8 You, God, are High and Eternal.

9 Look at your enemies, God! Look at your enemies - ruined! Scattered to the winds, all those hirelings of evil!

10 But you've made me strong as a charging bison, you've honored me with a festive parade.

11 The sight of my critics going down is still fresh, the rout of my malicious detractors. My ears are filled with the sounds of promise:

12 "Good people will prosper like palm trees, Grow tall like Lebanon cedars;

13 transplanted to God's courtyard, They'll grow tall in the presence of God,

14 lithe and green, virile still in old age."

15 Such witnesses to upright God! My Mountain, my huge, holy Mountain!