4 For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work;at the works of your hands I sing for joy.
5 How great are your works, O Lord!Your thoughts are very deep!
6 The stupid man cannot know;the fool cannot understand this:
7 that though the wicked sprout like grassand all evildoers flourish,they are doomed to destruction forever;
8 but you, O Lord, are on high forever.
9 For behold, your enemies, O Lord,for behold, your enemies shall perish;all evildoers shall be scattered.
10 But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox;you have poured over me fresh oil.