It is good to give thanks to the Lord,to sing praises to your name, O Most High;to declare your steadfast love in the morning,and your faithfulness by night,to the music of the lute and the harp,to the melody of the lyre.For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work;at the works of your hands I sing for joy.How great are your works, O Lord!Your thoughts are very deep!The stupid man cannot know;the fool cannot understand this:that though the wicked sprout like grassand all evildoers flourish,they are doomed to destruction forever;but you, O Lord, are on high forever.For behold, your enemies, O Lord,for behold, your enemies shall perish;all evildoers shall be scattered.But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox;you have poured over me fresh oil.My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies;my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants.The righteous flourish like the palm treeand grow like a cedar in Lebanon.They are planted in the house of the Lord;they flourish in the courts of our God.They still bear fruit in old age;they are ever full of sap and green,to declare that the Lord is upright;he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.