Psalms 92
Among the one hundred and fifty psalms, this is the only one tied to a particular day - the heading reads A Psalm or Song for the sabbath day - and that single line shapes everything that follows. We might expect a song for the day of rest to be about stillness, or stopping, or silence. Instead its very first words are about doing something: It is a good thing to give thanks unto the LORD, and to sing praises unto thy name, O most High (v. 1).
The rest this psalm describes is not empty. It is filled - with thanksgiving in the morning and faithfulness remembered at night, with wonder at God's works, with song. The day off is a day given back, turned into praise.
The psalm moves by contrast, and the contrast is between two kinds of flourishing. In the middle section the wicked are seen at their height: When the wicked spring as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity do flourish (v. 7) - and for a moment it looks like they win. But the psalmist has stood far enough back to see the end of the sentence: it is that they shall be destroyed for ever.
Grass is the very image of what does not last; it is up overnight and cut down by noon. Over against it the psalm sets a slower, sturdier growth: The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon (v. 12).
The fool, says the psalm, cannot see this - A brutish man knoweth not; neither doth a fool understand this (v. 6) - because it takes more than a glance to tell the grass from the cedar.
What makes the difference is not the strength of the tree but the place where it is rooted: Those that be planted in the house of the LORD shall flourish in the courts of our God. They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing (vv. 13-14).
A tree planted by its own effort in dry ground withers; a tree planted by God in His own courts goes on bearing fruit when every natural reason for fruitfulness has passed. And the psalm tells us why it cares about all this - the fruitful old age of the righteous is meant to be a testimony: To shew that the LORD is upright: he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him (v. 15).
That is where the whole song comes to rest. Behind the thanksgiving, behind the flourishing, behind the steady fruit-bearing, stands an unshakeable ground - the LORD who is upright, the Rock in whom there is no wrong at all.
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Psalm 92:1-6 · A Psalm or Song for the Sabbath DayIt Is a Good Thing to Give Thanks
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.
The psalm headed for the day of rest opens not with a command to stop but with a verdict on a certain activity: It is a good thing to give thanks unto the LORD, and to sing praises unto thy name, O most High (v. 1).
Notice the word the psalmist reaches for - not that thanksgiving is required, or commanded, or owed, but that it is good. Good the way rest is good, the way bread is good, the way light is good. There is a kind of duty that drains, and a kind that fills; thanksgiving belongs to the second kind.
To give thanks is to do something that is good for the one who does it, because it sets the soul in its right posture toward reality. The ungrateful heart lives bent inward, measuring what it lacks; the thankful heart turns outward and upward, and discovers it has been receiving all along. On the one day given over to rest, the psalm says, here is the best thing you could possibly fill it with: turn the whole day into thanks.
The thanksgiving has a rhythm to it: To shew forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness every night (v. 2). Morning and night - the two hinges of the day, the waking and the lying down, are each given their own word for God. In the morning, His lovingkindness - the steadfast covenant love that meets us fresh with the light, before we have done anything to earn the day. At night, His faithfulness - the looking-back word, the recognition as we lie down that He kept us through everything the day held.
Together they wrap the whole of life: we wake to His love and we sleep on His faithfulness, and the day between is bracketed by praise.
There is a quiet discipline hidden in this verse. The grateful life is not a single burst of feeling but a returning practice - morning and evening, light and dark, the same God praised at both ends of every day until the rhythm becomes the shape of the soul.
The psalmist's gladness rises straight out of contemplation: For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands. O LORD, how great are thy works! and thy thoughts are very deep (vv. 4-5).
He is glad not because his circumstances are easy but because he has been looking at what God has done - the works of His hands - and the looking has produced joy. And he goes one layer deeper than the works: behind them lie God's thoughts, which are very deep. The works are visible; the thoughts behind them are not, and they run down past the reach of any plumb line.
This is where the psalm names its dividing line. A brutish man knoweth not; neither doth a fool understand this (v. 6). The fool is not stupid in the ordinary sense; he is the one who looks at the same world and sees no depth in it, no thought behind the works, no God to thank. To stand before God's works and feel only their surface - to miss the deep thoughts underneath - is the truest poverty there is, and it is the poverty the next verses will trace to its end.
Praise is named a sacrifice - and more than that, it is called fruit: the fruit of our lips. The same psalm that says thanksgiving is good, and that the righteous bring forth fruit, is answered by a Scripture that says our thanksgiving is the fruit - the harvest a redeemed life yields back to God.
And it comes by him, through the One who opened the way to God; the praise the psalmist offered toward the temple is now offered continually, on every day and not only the seventh, through the One in whose name we give thanks. The Sabbath song's “good thing” turns out to be a lasting thing: the fruit of grateful lips, offered through Christ, never out of season.
So here is a practice the psalm itself hands you, and it has a rhythm: morning and night. In the morning, before the day's demands crowd in, name one piece of God's lovingkindness - mercy meeting you fresh with the light. At night, before sleep, name one piece of His faithfulness - a way He kept you through the day now ending.
You are not manufacturing a feeling; you are practising a recognition. Do it long enough and the verse stops being an instruction and becomes the shape of your days - waking to His love, sleeping on His faithfulness.
Psalm 92:7-11The Wicked Spring as the Grass
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.
The psalm now looks straight at the thing that troubles every thoughtful believer: the prosperity of the wicked. When the wicked spring as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; it is that they shall be destroyed for ever (v. 7).
The psalmist does not pretend the wicked fail to flourish - they plainly do, and the verb is the same vigorous word used later of the righteous. But everything turns on the image he chooses: they spring as the grass. Grass is the Bible's standard picture of what cannot last - green and lush in the morning, cut down and withered by evening. The wicked are not denied their season of growth; they are denied a future.
And the grammar is striking: their very flourishing is that they shall be destroyed - the height of their rising is itself the sign of how complete their fall will be. This is what the fool of verse 6 could not understand. Take a snapshot, and the wicked are winning; watch the whole arc, and you see grass. The psalmist has learned to read the wicked not by their morning but by their evening.
Between the perishing of the wicked stands a single line that holds the whole psalm steady: But thou, LORD, art most high for evermore (v. 8). It is one verse, the shortest in the psalm, and it sits at the very centre - the still point around which everything else turns.
The wicked rise and fall; the workers of iniquity scatter; the grass springs and withers. But thou. Over against all that movement, all that rising and perishing, there is One who does not move: the LORD, most high for evermore. The two little words but thou are the hinge of the psalm's whole argument.
The reason the wicked are like grass and the righteous like cedars is not finally about the wicked or the righteous at all - it is about the One they each stand in relation to. He alone is high; He alone is forever. Everything that lasts, lasts by being joined to Him; everything cut off from Him shares the fate of grass. The psalmist has found the fixed point, and from it he can watch the whole turning world without fear.
He does not deny that they are flourishing, and he does not pretend it does not sting. He simply widens the frame. He stops taking the morning snapshot and watches the whole day: they spring as the grass - and grass, however green at dawn, is cut down by night.
The practice this hands you is a discipline of the long view. When the success of people who ignore God is grinding you down, the answer is not to envy them and not to deny what you see, but to remember the shape of the whole arc - and especially to remember the fixed point at its centre: But thou, LORD, art most high for evermore. Your steadiness does not come from the wicked finally getting what is coming to them; it comes from the One who is high and lasting forever, to whom your own small, slow, honest life is joined.
Psalm 92:12-15The Righteous Shall Flourish Like the Palm Tree
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.
Over against the grass, the psalm sets two of the longest-living trees the ancient world knew: The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon (v. 12). The palm bends in every storm and does not break; the cedar of Lebanon stands for centuries, the timber kings sent for to build temples. Neither is grass.
But the secret is not in the trees themselves - it is in where they are set: Those that be planted in the house of the LORD shall flourish in the courts of our God (v. 13). The verb is deliberate. They do not happen to grow near God; they are planted - transplanted, set on purpose into His own ground, their roots reaching down into Him.
This is the whole difference between the two flourishings of the psalm. The wicked spring up wherever they land, rootless and quick, like seed blown onto thin soil; the righteous are planted by another hand in deep soil, and what is planted in the house of the LORD draws its life from a source that does not run dry. A tree is only as lasting as the ground it stands in - and these stand in God.
The promise reaches its most tender point in what it says about old age: They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing (v. 14). This is not the easy claim that the righteous will never weaken or grow old - they will. It is something better and stranger: that the life rooted in God keeps bearing fruit precisely when, by every natural reckoning, the season for fruit is past.
In the orchard, an old tree stops producing; in the house of the LORD, the old tree is still bringing forth fruit, still green and full of sap. The word still carries the whole weight - not fruit in spite of age, but fruit going on through age, undiminished.
There is a particular comfort here for anyone who fears that their most fruitful years are behind them, that they have less to give now than they once did. The psalm says the opposite is the deeper truth for those planted in God: their fruitfulness is not tied to their vigour but to their roots, and roots in God do not age. The cedar that has stood three hundred years is not winding down; it is still doing the thing it was planted to do.
The psalm said the secret of the fruitful tree is the soil it is planted in; Jesus says the secret of the fruitful branch is the vine it abides in - and names Himself as that vine. The righteous do not flourish by their own strength any more than a branch bears grapes by gritting its teeth; they flourish because they are joined to a living source, drawing up a life that is not their own.
And the psalm's promise of fruit in old age - fruit that does not stop when natural strength fails - finds its ground here: a branch that abides in the vine bears fruit not from its own vigour but from the vine's, and that supply does not run out. Without me ye can do nothing; abiding in Him, the planted soul brings forth much fruit, and goes on bringing it forth.
The image of God as rock runs all through the Hebrew Scriptures - the unmovable foundation, the shelter that does not shift, the steadfast ground under a slipping world. And the apostle Paul, writing of how God sustained Israel through the wilderness, carried that ancient image forward in a single arresting line. They drank, he says, of that spiritual Rock that followed them: and that Rock was Christ (1 Cor. 10:4).
The Rock that gave Israel water in the desert, the Rock the psalmist leaned his whole life on, the steadfast ground in whom there is no unrighteousness - Paul names Him. So the psalm's closing word is not an abstraction. The Rock is a Person: the same in whom the planted soul is rooted, the same who is the vine to its branches, the same upright One in whom there is no unrighteousness. The Sabbath song ends where the soul finds its deepest rest - not on its own fruitfulness, but on the Rock that holds it.
The psalm's whole point is that the fruitfulness of a life is not finally tied to its vigour, its productivity, or its season, but to its roots - planted in the house of the LORD. A tree planted in shallow ground is at the mercy of every dry spell; a tree planted in deep water-fed soil keeps bearing when the orchard around it has gone bare.
So the question this psalm presses is not “how strong am I?” but “where am I planted?” If your roots are in your own strength, your output, your usefulness, then yes - the fruit will fade as those fade. But if you are planted in God, drawing your life from a source that does not age, then your most fruitful years may well be the ones you most fear. Stop measuring your fruitfulness by your strength. Sink your roots deeper into the One who does not run dry, and trust the psalm: the planted tree is still bringing forth fruit.
Where this echoes in Scripture
It Is a Good Thing to Give Thanks
- Hebrews 13:15the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to his name.The “good thing” of giving thanks (v. 1) named as fruit - the harvest a grateful life yields to God.
- Psalm 1:1-3he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season.The same planted, fruitful tree the righteous become in verses 12-14 - the alternative the fool of verse 6 cannot see.
- Lamentations 3:22-23It is of the LORD's mercies... they are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.God's lovingkindness in the morning and faithfulness at night (v. 2) - mercy meeting us fresh with each day.
- Genesis 1:31And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good.The “good” (tov) of verse 1 - thanksgiving placed in the same category as the goodness woven into creation.
The Wicked Spring as the Grass
- Psalm 73:17-19Until I went into the sanctuary of God; then understood I their end... How are they brought into desolation!The same riddle as verse 7 - the prospering wicked seen whole, their flourishing revealed as a setting-up for ruin.
- Isaiah 40:6-8All flesh is grass... The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.The grass-image of verse 7, set against the One who is “most high for evermore” (v. 8).
- 1 Peter 1:24-25For all flesh is as grass... but the word of the Lord endureth for ever.The New Testament reaching for the same contrast - the grass that withers against the word that lasts.
- James 1:10-11as the flower of the grass he shall pass away... so also shall the rich man fade away in his ways.The flourishing of the workers of iniquity (v. 7) read through the brevity of grass.
The Righteous Shall Flourish Like the Palm Tree
- John 15:5He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.The planted, fruitful tree of verses 12-14 made personal - fruit comes from abiding in the living vine.
- 1 Corinthians 10:4they drank of that spiritual Rock that followed them: and that Rock was Christ.The “rock” in whom there is no unrighteousness (v. 15) - the steadfast ground given a name.
- Jeremiah 17:7-8Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD... he shall be as a tree planted by the waters... neither shall cease from yielding fruit.The same planted tree of verse 13, fruitful through drought because its roots reach the water.
- Hebrews 4:9-10There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God.The Sabbath of the psalm's heading pointing past itself - toward the deeper rest of those rooted in God.