Psalms 92

Matthew(i) 1 A Psalme of the songe for the Sabboth daye. It is a good thynge too geue thankes vnto the Lord, and to synge prayses vnto thy name, O moost hyest. 2 To tell of thy louyng kyndnesse early in the mornyng. and of thy trueth in the night season. 3 Vpon an instrument of ten strynges, vpon the lute and with a songe vpon the harpe. 4 For thou lord hast made me glad thorow thy workes, and I will reioyse ouer the operacion of thy handes. 5 O Lorde, how glorious are thy workes, thy thoughtes are very depe. 6 An vnwyse man will not knowe thys, and a foole will not vnderstande it. 7 That the vngodly are grene as the grasse and that all the workes of wickednes do florish to be destroyed for euer. 8 But thou Lorde O mooste hyest, abydest worlde without ende. 9 For lo, thyne enemyes, O Lord, lo, thyne enemyes shall perishe, and all the workers of wickednes shalbe scatred abroade. 10 But my horne shalbe exalted like the horne of an Vnicorne, & shalbe anoynted wyth fresh oyle. 11 Myne eye also shall se hys luste of myne enemyes, and myne eare shall heare his desire of the wicked that ryse vp agaynst me. 12 The righteous shall florish lyke a palme tree, and growe like a Cedre of Libanus. 13 Suche as be planted in the house of the Lorde, be frutefull, 14 plenteous and grene. 15 That they maye shew, how true the Lorde my strength is, and that there is no vnrighteousnesse in hym.