A psalm, a song for the Sabbath day.
   It is good to acclaim the LORD
                         and to hymn to Your name, most High.
   to tell in the morning Your kindness,
                         Your faithfulness in the nights,
   on ten-stringed instrument and on the lute,
                          on the lyre with chanted sound.
   For You made me rejoice, LORD, through Your acts,
                          of the work of Your hands I sing in gladness.
   How great Your works, O LORD,
                          Your designs are very deep.
   The brutish man does not know,
                           nor does the fool understand this:
   the wicked spring up like grass,
                           and all the wrongdoers flourish -
                                         to be destroyed for all time.
   And You are on high forever, O LORD!
   For, look, Your enemies, O LORD,
                           for, look, Your enemies perish,
                                         all the wrongdoers are scattered.
   And You raise up my horn like the wild ox.
                          I am soaked in fresh oil. 
   And my eyes behold my foes' defeat,
                         those hostile toward me, my ears hear their fall.
   The righteous man springs up like the palm tree,
                         like the Lebanon cedar he towers.
   Planted in the house of the LORD,
                        in the courts of our God they flourish.
   They bear fruit still in old age,
                         fresh and full of sap they are,
   to tell that the LORD is upright,
                        my rock, there is no wrong in Him.

Psalm 92,
(Robert Alter)