1 Unto Jehovah thanks to give,
It is a comely thing:
And praises forth,O thou most high,
Unto thy name to sing.
2 Thy loving-kindness forth to show
In early morning light:
Thy truth and faithfulness also
To shew forth ev'ry night.
3 Upon a ten string'd instrument,
The psaltery upon,
Upon the solemn sounding harp,
4 For thou, Jehovah, through thy work
Hast made me to rejoice:
And in thy handy-work will I
Triumph with joyful voice.
5 How great Jehovah are thy works!
Thy thoughts are very deep.
6 The brutish knows not, nor the fool
This in his heart doth keep.
7 When as the wicked like to grass,
Do springing up arise:
When they are in a flour'shing case
Who work iniquities.
8 It is that they may be destroy'd,
But thou Jehovah dost abide,
For evermore most high.
9 For lo, O Lord, thine enemies
And foes shall surely fall:
The workers of iniquities
They shall be scatter'd all.
10 By thee mine horn shall be extoll'd
As unicorn's on high:
And with fresh oyl, when I am old,
Anointed be shall I:
11 Upon mine enemies mine eyes
Their wish shall see, mine ear
Of wicked who against me rise
My just desire shall hear.
12 He flourish shall that righteous is,
The palm-tree like unto;
He shall be like the cedar trees
In Lebanon that grow.
13 They that within Jehovah's house
Are planted stedfastly,
They in the court-yards of our God
Shall flourish pleasantly.
14 Their fruit they shall when they are grey
Continue forth to bring;
They shall be fat, yea likewise they
Shall still be flourishing
15 To shew Jehovah upright is,
He is a rock to me;
And that he from unrighteousness
Is altogether free.
|First Line:||Unto Jehovah thanks to give|
|Title:||A Psalm or Song for the Sabbath Day|