1Giving thanks to the Lord is a whole vibe, and singing praises to His name? Pure lit energy.

2Showing off your lovingkindness in the morning and your faithfulness every night? That’s just facts, fr.

3Playing on a ten-string instrument and the harp with that solemn sound? Major rizz.

4You, Lord, make me feel all the feels with your work; I’m out here thriving in what you do, no cap.

5Yo, Lord, your works are straight-up legendary! Your thoughts? Deep like the ocean, periodt.

6A savage dude wouldn’t even get it, and a fool? Totally sus.

7When the wicked pop off like grass, they’ll just end up getting wrecked forever, no doubt.

8But you, Lord, are the ultimate high, forever and always.

9Check it, your enemies, Lord, they gonna fade away; all the wicked will be scattered like dust.

10But you’re gonna elevate me like a unicorn’s horn; I’m about to be anointed with fresh oil, let’s go.

11My eyes will see my wins over my enemies, and my ears will hear the downfall of the wicked coming for me.

12The righteous are gonna thrive like palm trees, growing strong like cedars in Lebanon, for real.

13Those planted in the Lord’s house will be flourishing in the courts of our God, straight up.

14Even in old age, they’ll still be dropping fruit; they’ll be thriving and vibing.

15This shows that the Lord is straight-up real; He’s my rock, and there’s zero sus in Him.

1It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praises unto thy name, O most High:

2To shew forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness every night,

3Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon the psaltery; upon the harp with a solemn sound.

4For thou, Lord, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.

5O Lord, how great are thy works! and thy thoughts are very deep.

6A brutish man knoweth not; neither doth a fool understand this.

7When the wicked spring as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; it is that they shall be destroyed for ever:

8But thou, Lord, art most high for evermore.

9For, lo, thine enemies, O Lord, for, lo, thine enemies shall perish; all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.

10But my horn shalt thou exalt like the horn of an unicorn: I shall be anointed with fresh oil.

11Mine eye also shall see my desire on mine enemies, and mine ears shall hear my desire of the wicked that rise up against me.

12The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

13Those that be planted in the house of the Lord shall flourish in the courts of our God.

14They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing;

15To shew that the Lord is upright: he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.