Psalms 91

¹A psalm of a canticle on the sabbath day.

²It is good to give praise to the Lord: and to sing to thy name, O most High.

³To shew forth thy mercy in the morning, and thy truth in the night:

⁴Upon an instrument of ten strings, upon the psaltery: with a canticle upon the harp.

⁵For thou hast given me, O Lord, a delight in thy doings: and in the works of thy hands I shall rejoice.

⁶O Lord, how great are thy works! thy thoughts are exceeding deep.

⁷The senseless man shall not know: nor will the fool understand these things.

⁸When the wicked shall spring up as grass: and all the workers of iniquity shall appear: That they may perish for ever and ever:

⁹But thou, O Lord, art most high for evermore.

¹⁰For behold thy enemies, O Lord, for behold thy enemies shall perish: and all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.

¹¹But my horn shall be exalted like that of the unicorn: and my old age in plentiful mercy.

¹²My eye also hath looked down upon my enemies: and my ear shall hear of the downfall of the malignant that rise up against me.

¹³The just shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow up like the cedar of Libanus.

¹⁴They that are planted in the house of the Lord shall flourish in the courts of the house of our God.

¹⁵They shall still increase in a fruitful old age: and shall be well treated,

¹⁶That they may shew, That the Lord our God is righteous, and there is no iniquity in him.