New International Reader's Version

Psalm 92

Psalm 92

A psalm. A song for the Sabbath day.

Lord, it is good to praise you.
    Most High God, it is good to make music to honor you.
It is good to sing every morning about your love.
    It is good to sing every night about how faithful you are.
I sing about it to the music of the lyre that has ten strings.
    I sing about it to the music of the harp.

Lord, you make me glad by your deeds.
    I sing for joy about what you have done.
Lord, how great are the things you do!
    How wise your thoughts are!
Here is something that people without sense don’t know.
    Here is what foolish people don’t understand.
Those who are evil spring up like grass.
    Those who do wrong succeed.
    But they will be destroyed forever.

But Lord, you are honored forever.

Lord, your enemies will certainly die.
    All those who do evil will be scattered.
10 You have made me as strong as a wild ox.
    You have poured the finest olive oil on me.
11 I’ve seen my evil enemies destroyed.
    I’ve heard that they have lost the battle.

12 Those who do what is right will grow like a palm tree.
    They will grow strong like a cedar tree in Lebanon.
13 Their roots will be firm in the house of the Lord.
    They will grow strong and healthy in the courtyards of our God.
14 When they get old, they will still bear fruit.
    Like young trees they will stay fresh and strong.
15 They will say to everyone, “The Lord is honest.
    He is my Rock, and there is no evil in him.”

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!