Psalm XCII

1 It is good to give thanks to 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, And to sing praises to Your Name, O Most High;

2 To declare Your kindness in the morning, And Your trustworthiness each night,

3 On ten strings, and on the harp, To the sounding chords of the lyre.

4 For You have made me rejoice with Your work, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, I shout for joy at the works of Your hands.

5 O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, how great are Your works! Your thoughts are very deep!

6 A senseless man does not know, And a fool does not understand this.

7 When the wicked spring up like grass, And all the workers of wickedness blossom, It is for them to be destroyed forever.

8 But You, 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, are on high forever.

9 For look, Your enemies, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, For look, Your enemies do perish; All the workers of wickedness are scattered.

10 But You lift up my horn like a wild ox; I have been anointed with fresh oil.

11 And my eye looks upon my enemies; My ears hear the evil-doers Who rise up against me.

12 The righteous one flourishes like a palm tree, He grows like a cedar in Leḇanon.

13 Those who are planted in the House of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 Flourish in the courts of our Elohim.

14 They still bear fruit in old age; They are fresh and green,

15 To declare that 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 is straight, My rock, and in Him is no unrighteousness.

TEHILLIM (Psalms) Chapter 92
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