A Song for the Sabbath
A psalm. A song for the Sabbath day.
A Sabbath song about differing timescales. The wicked sprout fast like grass and are gone; the righteous grow slowly, like palm and cedar, still bearing fruit and staying green in old age because of where they were planted — our Father's courts.
92 1It is good to give thanks to our Father, to sing praises to your name, Most High, 2to declare your covenant love in the morning, and your faithfulness through the nights, 3on the ten-stringed lute and on the harp, with the melody of the lyre. 4For you have made me glad, our Father, by your work; at the works of your hands I sing for joy. 5How great are your works, our Father! Your thoughts are very deep! 6The senseless man does not know, and the fool does not understand this:
7Though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction forever. 8But you, our Father, are on high forever. 9For look, your enemies, our Father—look, your enemies will perish; all evildoers will be scattered. 10But you have raised my horn high like a wild ox; I am anointed with fresh oil. 11My eyes have looked on my watchful foes; my ears have heard the doom of the wicked who rise against me. 12The righteous flourish like the palm tree; they grow like a cedar in Lebanon. 13Planted in the house of our Father, they flourish in the courts of our Father. 14They still bear fruit in old age; they stay fresh and green, 15to declare that our Father is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
