A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath.
1 It is good to give thanks to the Lord,
to sing praises to your name, O Most High;
and your faithfulness by night,
to the melody of the lyre.
at the works of your hands I sing for joy.
Your thoughts are very deep!
the fool cannot understand this:
and all evildoers flourish,
they are doomed to destruction forever;
for behold, your enemies shall perish;
all evildoers shall be scattered.
you have poured over mea fresh oil.
my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants.
and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
they flourish in the courts of our God.
they are ever full of sap and green,
he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.