1O LORD, it is good to give thee thanks,
to sing psalms to thy name, O Most High, 2to declare thy love in the morning
and thy constancy every night, 3to the music of a ten-stringed lute,
to the sounding chords of the harp. 4Thy acts, O LORD, fill me with exultation; 5I shout in triumph at thy mighty deeds.
How great are thy deeds, O LORD!
How fathomless thy thoughts!
6He who does not know this is a brute,
a fool is he who does not understand this: 7that though the wicked grow like grass
and every evildoer prospers,
they will be destroyed for ever. 8While thou, LORD, dost reign on high eternally, 9thy foes will surely perish,
all evildoers will be scattered.
10I lift my head high, like a wild ox tossing its horn;
I am anointed richly with oil. 11I gloat over all who speak ill of me,
I listen for the downfall of my cruel foes. 12The righteous flourish like a palm-tree,
they grow tall as a cedar on Lebanon; 13planted as they are in the house of the LORD,
they flourish in the courts of our God, 14vigorous in old age like trees full of sap,
luxuriant, wide-spreading, 15eager to declare that the LORD is just,
the LORD my rock Or creator, in whom there is no unrighteousness.