The Book of Psalms

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- Kapitel 92 -

How great are your works!

A Canticle Psalm. On the day of the Sabbath.

It is good to confess to the Lord and to sing psalms to your name, O Most High:

to announce your mercy in the morning, and your truth throughout the night,

upon the ten strings, upon the psaltery, with a canticle, upon stringed instruments.

For you, O Lord, have delighted me with your doings, and I will exult in the works of your hands.

How great are your works, O Lord! Your thoughts have been made exceedingly deep.

A foolish man will not know these things, and a senseless one will not understand:

when sinners will have risen up like grass, and when all those who work iniquity will have appeared, that they shall pass away, age after age.

But you, O Lord, are the Most High for all eternity.

For behold your enemies, O Lord, for behold your enemies will perish, and all those who work iniquity will be dispersed.

And my horn will be exalted like that of the single-horned beast, and my old age will be exalted in fruitful mercy.(a)

And my eye has looked down upon my enemies, and my ear will hear of the malignant rising up against me.

The just one will flourish like the palm tree. He will be multiplied like the cedar of Lebanon.

Those planted in the house of the Lord will flourish in the courts of the house of our God.

They will still be multiplied in a fruitful old age, and they will endure well,

so that they may announce that the Lord our God is righteous and that there is no iniquity in him.

Fußnoten

(a)91:11 Here the adjective ‘uberi’ (fertile, fruitful, productive; related to the word for breast) is used to describe the mercy of one’s old age (old age is not generally thought of as fertile or productive).(Conte)

How great are your works!

It is a good thing to give thanks to the LORD, to sing praises to your name, Most High,

to proclaim your loving kindness in the morning, and your faithfulness every night,

with the ten-stringed lute, with the harp, and with the melody of the lyre.

For you, LORD, have made me glad through your work. I will triumph in the works of your hands.

How great are your works, LORD! Your thoughts are very deep.

A senseless man doesn’t know, neither does a fool understand this:

though the wicked spring up as the grass, and all the evildoers flourish, they will be destroyed forever.

But you, LORD, are on high forever more.

For behold, your enemies, LORD, for behold, your enemies shall perish. All the evildoers will be scattered.

But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox. I am anointed with fresh oil.

My eye has also seen my enemies. My ears have heard of the wicked enemies who rise up against me.

The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree. He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

They are planted in the LORD’s house. They will flourish in our God’s courts.

They will still produce fruit in old age. They will be full of sap and green,

to show that the LORD is upright. He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.