[1] It is a good thing to give thanks to Yahweh, to sing praises to your name, Most High;
[2] to proclaim your loving kindness in the morning, and your faithfulness every night,
[3] with the ten-stringed lute, with the harp, and with the melody of the lyre.
[4] For you, Yahweh, have made me glad through your work. I will triumph in the works of your hands.
[5] How great are your works, Yahweh! Your thoughts are very deep.
[6] A senseless man doesn’t know, neither does a fool understand this:
[7] though the wicked spring up as the grass, and all the evildoers flourish, they will be destroyed forever.
[8] But you, Yahweh, are on high forever more.
[9] For, behold, your enemies, Yahweh, for, behold, your enemies shall perish. All the evildoers will be scattered.
[10] But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox. I am anointed with fresh oil.
[11] My eye has also seen my enemies. My ears have heard of the wicked enemies who rise up against me.
[12] The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree. He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
[13] They are planted in Yahweh’s house. They will flourish in our God’s courts.
[14] They will still produce fruit in old age. They will be full of sap and green,
[15] to show that Yahweh is upright. He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.