In praise of God

There is a contrast running throughout Psalm 92 that emphasizes the difference between the righteous and the wicked. The wicked are like grass that springs up quickly, but soon withers and is gone. The righteous are like the palm tree or the cedar in Lebanon in that they continue to grow year after year bearing fruit even in old age. They lift their voices in praise to God, their protector in whom there is no wickedness. 

              Psalm 92

It is good to praise you, O Most High 
Make music that brings delight;
I proclaim your love every morning at daybreak
And your faithfulness every night.

You’ve brought me joy by all that you do   
It moves me to sing your praise;
With the music of the ten-stringed lyre
Your goodness is displayed.

How great, O Lord, are all your works  
How profound your every thought;
But the foolish aren’t able to understand 
That all they will gain is for naught

But you, Oh Lord, are forever exalted   
Your enemies will certainly perish; 
My eyes have seen the defeat of evil 
And that is what I cherish.

The righteous will flourish like a lush palm tree
Bearing fruit at a ripe old age; 
Proclaiming everywhere how upright you are 
How perfect, how good, how sage.