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[1]A Psalm. -- A Song for the sabbath-day. Good to give thanks to Jehovah, And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High,
[2]To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.
[3]On ten strings and on psaltery, On higgaion, with harp.
[4]For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.
[5]How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.
[6]A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; --
[7]When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity -- For their being destroyed for ever and ever!
[8]And Thou [art] high to the age, O Jehovah.
[9]For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.
[10]And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
[11]And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.
[12]The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.
[13]Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.
[14]Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,
[15]To declare that upright [is] Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!
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