How Great Are Your Works

A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath.

¹fIt is good to give thanks to the Lord,

to sing praises to your name, gO Most High;

²to declare your hsteadfast love in ithe morning,

and your hfaithfulness by inight,

³to the music of jthe lute and jthe harp,

to the melody of jthe lyre.

⁴For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your kwork;

at lthe works of your hands I sing for joy.

⁵How mgreat are your works, O Lord!

Your nthoughts are very odeep!

⁶The stupid man cannot know;

the fool cannot understand this:

⁷that though pthe wicked sprout like grass

and all qevildoers flourish,

they are doomed to destruction forever;

⁸but you, O Lord, are ron high forever.

⁹For behold, your enemies, O Lord,

for behold, your enemies shall perish;

all evildoers shall be sscattered.

¹⁰But you have exalted my thorn like that of uthe wild ox;

you have vpoured over me1 fresh oil.

¹¹My weyes have seen the downfall of my enemies;

my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants.

¹²xThe righteous flourish like the palm tree

and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

¹³They are planted in the house of the Lord;

they flourish in ythe courts of our God.

¹⁴They still bear fruit in old age;

they are ever full of sap and green,

¹⁵zto declare that the Lord is upright;

he is my arock, and there is bno unrighteousness in him.