Psalms

¹ What a beautiful thing, God, to give thanks, to sing an anthem to you, the High God!

² sing your faithful presence all through the night,

³ the full-bodied music of strings.

⁴ I saw your work and I shouted for joy.

⁵ How profound your thoughts!

⁶ fools never do get it.

⁷ and all the evil men and women took over, You mowed them down, finished them off once and for all.

⁸ You, God, are High and Eternal.

⁹ Look at your enemies—ruined! Scattered to the winds, all those hirelings of evil!

¹⁰ you've honored me with a festive parade.

¹¹ the rout of my malicious detractors. My ears are filled with the sounds of promise:

¹² Grow tall like Lebanon cedars;

¹³ They'll grow tall in the presence of God,

¹⁴ lithe and green, virile still in old age."

¹⁵ My Mountain, my huge, holy Mountain!