The Book of Psalms

A Psalme or song for the Sabbath day. It is a good thing to praise the Lord, and to sing vnto thy Name, O most High,

To declare thy louing kindenesse in the morning, and thy trueth in the night,

Vpon an instrument of tenne strings, and vpon the viole with the song vpon the harpe.

For thou, Lord, hast made mee glad by thy workes, and I wil reioyce in the workes of thine handes.

O Lord, how glorious are thy workes! and thy thoughtes are very deepe.

An vnwise man knoweth it not, and a foole doeth not vnderstand this,

(When the wicked growe as the grasse, and all the workers of wickednesse doe flourish) that they shall be destroyed for euer.

But thou, O Lord, art most High for euermore.

For loe, thine enemies, O Lord: for loe, thine enemies shall perish: all the workers of iniquitie shall be destroyed.

But thou shalt exalt mine horne, like the vnicornes, and I shalbe anoynted with fresh oyle.

Mine eye also shall see my desire against mine enemies: and mine eares shall heare my wish against the wicked, that rise vp against me.

The righteous shall flourish like a palme tree, and shall grow like a Cedar in Lebanon.

Such as bee planted in the house of the Lord, shall flourish in the courtes of our God.

They shall still bring foorth fruite in their age: they shall be fat and flourishing,

To declare that the Lord my rocke is righteous, and that none iniquitie is in him.

It is a good thing to give thanks to the LORD, to sing praises to your name, Most High,

to proclaim your loving kindness in the morning, and your faithfulness every night,

with the ten-stringed lute, with the harp, and with the melody of the lyre.

For you, LORD, have made me glad through your work. I will triumph in the works of your hands.

How great are your works, LORD! Your thoughts are very deep.

A senseless man doesn’t know, neither does a fool understand this:

though the wicked spring up as the grass, and all the evildoers flourish, they will be destroyed forever.

But you, LORD, are on high forever more.

For behold, your enemies, LORD, for behold, your enemies shall perish. All the evildoers will be scattered.

But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox. I am anointed with fresh oil.

My eye has also seen my enemies. My ears have heard of the wicked enemies who rise up against me.

The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree. He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

They are planted in the LORD’s house. They will flourish in our God’s courts.

They will still produce fruit in old age. They will be full of sap and green,

to show that the LORD is upright. He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.