Psalm 92
A Psalm, a Song for the sabbath day.
And to sing praises unto thy name, O Most High;
And thy faithfulness every night,
With a solemn sound upon the harp.
I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
Thy thoughts are very deep.
Neither doth a fool understand this:
And when all the workers of iniquity do flourish;
It is that they shall be destroyed for ever.
For, lo, thine enemies shall perish;
All the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.
I am anointed with fresh oil.
Mine ears have heard my desire of the evil-doers that rise up against me.
He shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
They shall flourish in the courts of our God.
They shall be full of sap and green:
He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.