A psalm; a song for the Sabbath day.
It is fitting to thank the Lord,
and to sing praises to your name, O sovereign One!
It is fitting to proclaim your loyal love in the morning,
and your faithfulness during the night,
to the accompaniment of a ten-stringed instrument and a lyre,
to the accompaniment of the meditative tone of the harp.
For you, O Lord, have made me happy by your work.
I will sing for joy because of what you have done.
How great are your works, O Lord!
Your plans are very intricate!
The spiritually insensitive do not recognize this;
the fool does not understand this.
When the wicked sprout up like grass,
and all the evildoers glisten,
it is so that they may be annihilated.
But you, O Lord, reign forever!
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.