Chanting a song to the day of Sabbath. It is good to confess to Jehovah, to play on the harp to thy name, O Most High.

The just one shall flourish as the palm tree: he shall become great as the cedar in Lebanon.

They shall yet sprout in old as; they shall be fat and green.

Those being planted in the house of Jehovah, shall flourish in the enclosures of our God.

How great were thy works, O Jehovah! thy thoughts were very deep.

My horn shall be lifted up as a buffalo: I was poured over with fresh oil.

For thou didst gladden me, O Jehovah, by thy work: I will rejoice in the works of thy hands.

To announce in the morning thy mercy, and thy faithfulness in the night.

In the putting forth of the unjust as grass, and all working iniquity shall flourish; to destroy them even to forever:

To announce that Jehovah is upright: my rock and no iniquity in him.

A brutish man shall not know, and a fool shall not understand this.

Upon a ten stringed instrument, and upon the lyre; with the murmurs upon the harp.

For behold, thine enemies, O Jehovah, for behold, thine enemies shall perish; all working iniquity shall be dispersed.

And mine eye shall look upon mine enemies: in the risings up of the unjust against me, mine ears shall hear.

And thou being high, O Jehovah, forever.