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It is good to give thanks to YHWH, And to sing praises to Your Name, O Most High;
To declare Your kindness in the morning, And Your trustworthiness each night,
On ten strings, and on the harp, To the sounding chords of the lyre.
For You have made me rejoice with Your work, O YHWH, I shout for joy at the works of Your hands.
O YHWH, how great are Your works! Your thoughts are very deep!
A senseless man does not know, And a fool does not understand this.
When the wrong spring up like grass, And all the workers of wickedness blossom, It is for them to be destroyed forever.
But You, YHWH, are on high forever.
For look, Your enemies, O YHWH, For look, Your enemies do perish; All the workers of wickedness are scattered.
But You lift up my horn like a wild ox; I have been anointed with fresh oil.
And my eye looks upon my enemies; My ears hear the evil-doers Who rise up against me.
The righteous one flourishes like a palm tree, He grows like a cedar in Lebanon.
Those who are planted in the House of YHWH Flourish in the courts of our Elohim.
They still bear fruit in old age; They are fresh and green,
To declare that YHWH is straight, My rock, and in Him is no unrighteousness.