Devotions and Lessons
It is good to praise the LORD,
to sing hymns to Your name, O Most High,
To proclaim Your steadfast love at daybreak,
Your faithfulness each night
With a ten-stringed harp,
with voice and lyre together.
You have gladdened me by Your deeds, O LORD;
I shout for joy at Your handiwork.
How great are Your works, O LORD,
how very subtle Or “profound.” Your designs!
A brutish man cannot know,
a fool cannot understand this:
though the wicked sprout like grass,
though all evildoers blossom,
it is only that they may be destroyed forever.
But You are exalted, O LORD, for all time.
Surely, Your enemies, O LORD,
surely, Your enemies perish;
all evildoers are scattered.
You raise my horn high like that of a wild ox;
I am soaked in freshening oil.
I shall see the defeat of my watchful foes,
hear of the downfall of the wicked who beset me.
The righteous bloom like a date-palm;
they thrive like a cedar in Lebanon;
planted in the house of the LORD,
they flourish in the courts of our God.
In old age they still produce fruit;
they are full of sap and freshness,
attesting that the LORD is upright,
my rock, in whom there is no wrong.