1A psalm, a song for the Shabbat day.
2It is good to praise the Lord, and to sing to Your Name, O Most High;
3to proclaim Your kindness in the morning, and Your faithfulness in the nights,
4with a ten-stringed instrument and lyre, to the melody of a harp.
5For You, Lord, have gladdened me with Your deeds; I sing for joy at the works of Your hand.
6How great are Your works, O Lord; how very profound Your thoughts!
7A brutish man cannot know, a fool cannot comprehend this:
8When the wicked thrive like grass, and all evildoers flourish-it is in order that they may be destroyed forever.
9But You, Lord, are exalted forever.
10Indeed, Your enemies, O Lord, indeed Your enemies shall perish; all evildoers shall be scattered.
11But You have increased my might like that of a wild ox; I am anointed with fresh oil.
12My eyes have seen [the downfall of] my watchful enemies; my ears have heard [the doom of] the wicked who rise against me.
13The righteous will flourish like a palm tree, grow tall like a cedar in Lebanon.
14Planted in the House of the Lord, they shall blossom in the courtyards of our God.
15They shall be fruitful even in old age; they shall be full of sap and freshness-
16to declare that the Lord is just; He is my Strength, and there is no injustice in Him.