4 For thou, Lord, hast made me glad through thy work:I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
5 O Lord, how great are thy works! And thy thoughts are very deep.
6 A brutish man knoweth not;neither doth a fool understand this.
7 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:
8 but thou, Lord, art most high for evermore.
9 For, lo, thine enemies, O Lord,for, lo, thine enemies shall perish;all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.
10 But my horn shalt thou exalt like the horn of a unicorn:I shall be anointed with fresh oil.