Chapter 92
1מִזְמוֹר שִׁיר לְיוֹם הַשַּׁבָּֽתA psalm. A song; for the sabbath day.
2טוֹב לְהֹדוֹת לַיהֹוָה וּלְזַמֵּר לְשִׁמְךָ עֶלְיֽוֹןIt is good to praise GOD, to sing hymns to Your name, O Most High,
3לְהַגִּיד בַּבֹּקֶר חַסְדֶּךָ וֶאֱמוּנָתְךָ בַּלֵּילֽוֹתTo proclaim Your steadfast love at daybreak, Your faithfulness each night
4עֲֽלֵי־עָשׂוֹר וַעֲלֵי־נָבֶל עֲלֵי הִגָּיוֹן בְּכִנּֽוֹרWith a ten-stringed harp, with voice and lyre together.
5כִּי שִׂמַּחְתַּנִי יְהֹוָה בְּפׇעֳלֶךָ בְּֽמַעֲשֵׂי יָדֶיךָ אֲרַנֵּֽןYou have gladdened me by Your deeds, O ETERNAL One; I shout for joy at Your handiwork.
6מַה־גָּדְלוּ מַעֲשֶׂיךָ יְהֹוָה מְאֹד עָמְקוּ מַחְשְׁבֹתֶֽיךָHow great are Your works, O ETERNAL One, how very subtle Your designs!
7אִֽישׁ־בַּעַר לֹא יֵדָע וּכְסִיל לֹא־יָבִין אֶת־זֹֽאתA brute cannot know, a fool cannot understand this:
8בִּפְרֹחַ רְשָׁעִים כְּמוֹ־עֵשֶׂב וַיָּצִיצוּ כׇּל־פֹּעֲלֵי אָוֶן לְהִשָּׁמְדָם עֲדֵי־עַֽדthough the wicked sprout like grass, though all evildoers blossom, it is only that they may be destroyed forever.
9וְאַתָּה מָרוֹם לְעֹלָם יְהֹוָֽהBut You are exalted, O ETERNAL One, for all time.
10כִּי הִנֵּה אֹיְבֶיךָ יְֽהֹוָה כִּֽי־הִנֵּה אֹיְבֶיךָ יֹאבֵדוּ יִתְפָּרְדוּ כׇּל־פֹּעֲלֵי אָֽוֶןSurely, Your enemies, O ETERNAL One, surely, Your enemies perish; all evildoers are scattered.
11וַתָּרֶם כִּרְאֵים קַרְנִי בַּלֹּתִי בְּשֶׁמֶן רַעֲנָֽןYou raise my horn high like that of a wild ox; I am soaked in freshening oil.
12וַתַּבֵּט עֵינִי בְּשׁוּרָי בַּקָּמִים עָלַי מְרֵעִים תִּשְׁמַעְנָה אׇזְנָֽיI shall see the defeat of my watchful foes, hear of the downfall of the wicked who beset me.
13צַדִּיק כַּתָּמָר יִפְרָח כְּאֶרֶז בַּלְּבָנוֹן יִשְׂגֶּֽהThe righteous bloom like a date-palm; they thrive like a cedar in Lebanon;
14שְׁתוּלִים בְּבֵית יְהֹוָה בְּחַצְרוֹת אֱלֹהֵינוּ יַפְרִֽיחוּplanted in the house of GOD, they flourish in the courts of our God.
15עוֹד יְנוּבוּן בְּשֵׂיבָה דְּשֵׁנִים וְֽרַעֲנַנִּים יִהְיֽוּIn old age they still produce fruit; they are full of sap and freshness—
16לְהַגִּיד כִּֽי־יָשָׁר יְהֹוָה צוּרִי וְֽלֹא־[עַוְלָתָה] (עלתה) בּֽוֹattesting that GOD is upright, my rock, in whom there is no wrong.