⁰A Psalm, a song for the day of the Sabbath.

¹It is good to give thanks to Yahweh, and to sing praises to your name, Most High;

²to tell in the morning of your loyal love, and your steadiness in the nights,

³on the ten-string and on the harp, on resounding music with the lyre.

⁴For you made me rejoice, Yahweh, by your work; in the works of your hands I will ring out for joy.

⁵How great your works have become, Yahweh! Exceedingly deep are your thoughts.

⁶A brutish man does not know, and a fool does not understand this.

⁷When the wicked flourish like grass, and all who do wickedness blossom, it is that they be destroyed forever.

⁸And you are on high forever, Yahweh.

⁹For look, your enemies, Yahweh, for look, your enemies will perish; all who do wickedness will be divided.

¹⁰And you raised up my horn like a wild ox's; I am overflowing with fresh oil.

¹¹And my eye has looked on my enemies; my ears hear of those who rise up against me, the evildoers.

¹²The righteous will bud like the palm; like the cedar in Lebanon he will grow.

¹³Planted in the house of Yahweh, in the courts of our God they will bud.

¹⁴Still they will bear fruit in old age; they will be fat and fresh green.

¹⁵To tell that Yahweh is upright, my rock, and there is no injustice in him.