1 A psalm; a song for the Sabbath day.

It is fitting to thank the Lord,

and to sing praises to your name, O Most High.

2 It is fitting to proclaim your loyal love in the morning

and your faithfulness during the night,

3 to the accompaniment of a ten-stringed instrument and a lyre,

to the accompaniment of the meditative tone of the harp.

4 For you, O Lord, have made me happy by your work.

I will sing for joy because of what you have done.

5 How great are your works, O Lord!

Your plans are very intricate!

6 The spiritually insensitive do not recognize this;

the fool does not understand this.

7 When the wicked sprout up like grass,

and all the evildoers glisten,

it is so that they may be annihilated.

8 But you, O Lord, reign forever.

9 Indeed, look at your enemies, O Lord.

Indeed, look at how your enemies perish.

All the evildoers are scattered.

10 You exalt my horn like that of a wild ox.

I am covered with fresh oil.

11 I gloat in triumph over those who tried to ambush me;

I hear the defeated cries of the evil foes who attacked me.

12 The godly grow like a palm tree;

they grow high like a cedar in Lebanon.

13 Planted in the Lord’s house,

they grow in the courts of our God.

14 They bear fruit even when they are old;

they are filled with vitality and have many leaves.

15 So they proclaim that the Lord, my Protector,

is just and never unfair.