4 For thou, Jehovah, hast made me glad through thy work; I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
5 Jehovah, how great are thy works! Thy thoughts are very deep:
6 A brutish man knoweth not, neither doth a fool understand it.
7 When the wicked spring as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity flourish, it is that they may be destroyed for ever.
8 And thou, Jehovah, art on high for evermore.
9 For lo, thine enemies, O Jehovah, for lo, thine enemies shall perish; all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.
10 But my horn shalt thou exalt like a buffalo's: I shall be anointed with fresh oil.