A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath day. It is a good and delightful thing to give thanks to the LORD, To sing praises to Your name, O Most High,
To declare Your lovingkindness in the morning And Your faithfulness by night,
With an instrument of ten strings and with the harp, With a solemn sound on the lyre.
For You, O LORD, have made me glad by Your works; At the works of Your hands I joyfully sing.
How great are Your works, O LORD! Your thoughts are very deep [beyond man's understanding].
A senseless man [in his crude and uncultivated state] knows nothing, Nor does a [self-righteous] fool understand this:
That though the wicked sprout up like grass And all evildoers flourish, They will be destroyed forever.
But You, LORD, are on high forever.
For behold, Your enemies, O LORD, For behold, Your enemies will perish; All who do evil will be scattered.
But my horn [my emblem of strength and power] You have exalted like that of a wild ox; I am anointed with fresh oil [for Your service].
My eye has looked on my foes; My ears hear of the evildoers who rise up against me.
The righteous will flourish like the date palm [long-lived, upright and useful]; They will grow like a cedar in Lebanon [majestic and stable].
Planted in the house of the LORD, They will flourish in the courts of our God.
[Growing in grace] they will still thrive and bear fruit and prosper in old age; They will flourish and be vital and fresh [rich in trust and love and contentment];
[They are living memorials] to declare that the LORD is upright and faithful [to His promises]; He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him.