Salmos 92

¹A psalm. A sabbath song. I It is good to give thanks to the LORD, to sing praise to your name, Most High,

²To proclaim your love in the morning, your faithfulness in the night,

³With the ten-stringed harp, with melody upon the lyre.

⁴For you make me jubilant, LORD, by your deeds; at the works of your hands I shout for joy.

⁵II How great are your works, LORD! How profound your purpose!

⁶A senseless person cannot know this; a fool cannot comprehend.

⁷Though the wicked flourish like grass and all sinners thrive, They are destined for eternal destruction;

⁸for you, LORD, are forever on high.

⁹Indeed your enemies, LORD, indeed your enemies shall perish; all sinners shall be scattered.

¹⁰III You have given me the strength of a wild bull; you have poured rich oil upon me.

¹¹My eyes look with glee on my wicked enemies; my ears delight in the fall of my foes.

¹²The just shall flourish like the palm tree, shall grow like a cedar of Lebanon.

¹³Planted in the house of the LORD, they shall flourish in the courts of our God.

¹⁴They shall bear fruit even in old age, always vigorous and sturdy,

¹⁵As they proclaim: The LORD is just; our rock, in whom there is no wrong.