A psalm. A song. For the Sabbath day.
1 It is good to praise the Lord
and make music to your name, O Most High,
and your faithfulness at night,
and the melody of the harp.
I sing for joy at what your hands have done.
how profound your thoughts!
fools do not understand,
and all evildoers flourish,
they will be destroyed forever.
surely your enemies will perish;
all evildoers will be scattered.
fine oils have been poured on me.
my ears have heard the rout of my wicked foes.
they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon;
they will flourish in the courts of our God.
they will stay fresh and green,
he is my Rock, and there is no wickedness in him.”