Psalms 92:1-13 ▼

1 A Psalme, the song for the sabbath day. It is a good thyng to confesse vnto God: and to syng psalmes vnto thy name O thou most hyghest.

2 To set foorth in wordes thy louyng kyndnesse early in the mornyng: and thy trueth in the nyght season.

3 Upon an instrument of ten strynges, and vpon the Lute: vpon the Harpe with a solemne sounde.

4 For thou God hast made me glad thorowe thy workes: I do reioyce in the workes of thy handes.

5 O God howe glorious are thy workes? thy thoughtes are very depe.

6 An vnwise man doth not consider this: and a foole doth not vnderstande it.

7 Wheras the vngodly do bud vp greene as the grasse, and wheras all workers of iniquitie do florishe: that they notwithstandyng shalbe destroyed for euer and euer.

8 But thou O God: art the most highest for euermore.

9 For lo, thine enemies O God, lo thine enemies shall perishe: & all the workers of wickednesse shalbe destroyed.

10 But my horne shalbe exalted lyke the horne of an vnicorne: for I am annoynted with excellent oyle.

11 And myne eye shall see those that lye in wayte for me: myne eare shall heare the malitious persons that rise vp agaynst me.

12 The ryghteous shall florishe lyke a paulme tree: and shall spread abroade like a Cedar in Libanus.

13 Such as be planted in the house of God: shall florishe in the courtes of our Lorde.