Psalms 91

¹A Psalm of Canticle, in the sabbath day.

²It is good to confess to our Lord: and to sing to thy name, o Highest.

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

⁴In the instrument of ten strings, in Psalter: with Canticle, on the Harp.

⁵Because thou hast delighted me, o Lord, in thy workmanship: and in the works of thy hands I will rejoice.

⁶How are thy works magnified, o Lord! Thy cogitations are made very profound.

⁷The unwise man will not know; and the fool will not understand these things.

⁸When sinners shall spring up as grass: and all that work iniquity shall appear. That they may perish for ever:

⁹but thou the Highest for ever, o Lord.

¹⁰Because lo thine enemies, o Lord, because lo thine enemies shall perish: and all that work iniquity shall be dispersed.

¹¹And my horn shall be exalted, as the unicorn's: and my old age in plentiful mercy.

¹²And mine eye hath looked upon mine enemies: and the malignant rising up against me, mine ears shall hear.

¹³The just shall flourish as a palm tree: as the cedar of Libanus shall he be multiplied.

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

¹⁵As yet shall they be multiplied in plentiful old age: and they shall be well affected,

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