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Psalm 92
By James Vasquez
Each morn your love I haste to sing,
Your faithfulness by eve.
With harp and ten-stringed lyre my praise
In music I relieve.
Your deeds, O Lord, have made me glad,
I sing for joy o’er each.
Your works are great in all the land,
Your thoughts beyond my reach.
The fools all wisdom lack and thus
To ignorance descend,
For though the wicked prosper, yet
Shall ruin be their end.
Exalted beyond all, O Lord,
Your name shall ever be,
And scattered all your enemies
Shall from your presence flee.
The strength you have bestowed on me
With yon wild ox compares.
My head you have anointed and
The finest oil bears.
My eyes have seen the overthrow
Of every foe of mine.
The rout of each my ears have heard,
Nor to their cries incline.
For like the fruitful palm tree will
The righteous flourish well.
Like cedars throughout Lebanon
Shall they in safety dwell.
And planted in the house of God,
Within those courts divine,
They yet in old age shall bear fruit
Nor see their bloom decline.
And with a single voice shall they
His praises ever limn,
“The Lord is upright and my Rock,
No wrong is found in him.”
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from the Februrary 2009 Edition of the Jewish Magazine
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