The Psalm for Shabbat: Psalm 92

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As we conclude this journey through the daily psalms, we arrive at Psalm 92, a psalm many of us know well because it is part of the Shabbat liturgy. Titled A Song for the Sabbath Day, this psalm reminds us of the joy, renewal, and sacred pause that Shabbat offers.

Shabbat is more than a day of rest—it is a time to step away from the demands of the week and reconnect with gratitude, reflection, and the rhythms of creation. Psalm 92 encourages us to embrace this pause, to lift our voices in praise, and to find peace in the stillness of the day.

This marks the final psalm in this series, and I want to express my deepest gratitude to each of you for going on this journey with me. Your engagement, reflections, and insights have made this process even more meaningful.

I truly hope to turn this project into a book, and your feedback has been incredibly helpful in shaping what it will become. Thank you for learning, and reflecting with me

Now, let’s welcome Shabbat with Psalm 92—a song of joy, renewal, and gratitude.

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Psalm 92

A psalm. A song; for the sabbath day.

It is good to praise GOD,
to sing hymns to Your name, O Most High,

To proclaim Your steadfast love at daybreak,
Your faithfulness each night

With a ten-stringed harp,
with voice and lyre together.

You have gladdened me by Your deeds, O ETERNAL One;
I shout for joy at Your handiwork.

How great are Your works, O ETERNAL One,
how very subtle Your designs!

A brute cannot know,
a fool cannot understand this:

though the wicked sprout like grass,
though all evildoers blossom,
it is only that they may be destroyed forever.

But You are exalted, O ETERNAL One, for all time.

Surely, Your enemies, O ETERNAL One,
surely, Your enemies perish;
all evildoers are scattered.

You raise my horn high like that of a wild ox;
I am soaked in freshening oil.

I shall see the defeat of my watchful foes,
hear of the downfall of the wicked who beset me.

The righteous bloom like a date-palm;
they thrive like a cedar in Lebanon;

planted in the house of GOD,
they flourish in the courts of our God.

In old age they still produce fruit;
they are full of sap and freshness—

attesting that GOD is upright,
my rock, in whom there is no wrong.