New American Standard Bible

Psalm 92

Praise for the Lord’s Goodness.

A Psalm, a Song for the Sabbath day.

1It is good to give thanks to the Lord
And to sing praises to Your name, O Most High;
To declare Your lovingkindness in the morning
And Your faithfulness [a]by night,
[b]With the ten-stringed lute and [c]with the harp,
[d]With resounding music [e]upon the lyre.
For You, O Lord, have made me glad by [f]what You have done,
I will sing for joy at the works of Your hands.

How great are Your works, O Lord!
Your [g]thoughts are very deep.
A senseless man has no knowledge,
Nor does a stupid man understand this:
That when the wicked sprouted up like grass
And all who did iniquity flourished,
It was only that they might be destroyed forevermore.
But You, O Lord, are on high forever.
For, behold, Your enemies, O Lord,
For, behold, Your enemies will perish;
All who do iniquity will be scattered.

10 But You have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox;
I have [h]been anointed with fresh oil.
11 And my eye has looked exultantly upon [i]my foes,
My ears hear of the evildoers who rise up against me.
12 The righteous man will [j]flourish like the palm tree,
He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
13 Planted in the house of the Lord,
They will flourish in the courts of our God.
14 They will still [k]yield fruit in old age;
They shall be [l]full of sap and very green,
15 To [m]declare that the Lord is upright;
He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him.

Notas al pie

  1. Psalm 92:2 Lit nights
  2. Psalm 92:3 Lit Upon
  3. Psalm 92:3 Lit Upon
  4. Psalm 92:3 Lit Upon
  5. Psalm 92:3 Lit by means of
  6. Psalm 92:4 Lit Your working
  7. Psalm 92:5 Or purposes
  8. Psalm 92:10 Or become moist
  9. Psalm 92:11 Or those who lie in wait for me
  10. Psalm 92:12 Lit sprout
  11. Psalm 92:14 Or thrive in
  12. Psalm 92:14 Lit fat and
  13. Psalm 92:15 Or show forth

The Message

Psalm 92

A Sabbath Song

11-3 What a beautiful thing, God, to give thanks,
    to sing an anthem to you, the High God!
To announce your love each daybreak,
    sing your faithful presence all through the night,
Accompanied by dulcimer and harp,
    the full-bodied music of strings.

4-9 You made me so happy, God
    I saw your work and I shouted for joy.
How magnificent your work, God!
    How profound your thoughts!
Dullards never notice what you do;
    fools never do get it.
When the wicked popped up like weeds
    and all the evil men and women took over,
You mowed them down,
    finished them off once and for all.
You, God, are High and Eternal.
    Look at your enemies, God!
Look at your enemies—ruined!
    Scattered to the winds, all those hirelings of evil!

10-14 But you’ve made me strong as a charging bison,
    you’ve honored me with a festive parade.
The sight of my critics going down is still fresh,
    the rout of my malicious detractors.
My ears are filled with the sounds of promise:
    “Good people will prosper like palm trees,
Grow tall like Lebanon cedars;
    transplanted to God’s courtyard,
They’ll grow tall in the presence of God,
    lithe and green, virile still in old age.”

15 Such witnesses to upright God!
    My Mountain, my huge, holy Mountain!