4 For you, O Yahweh, have made me glad by your work; by the deeds of your hands I sing for joy.
5 How great are your deeds, O Yahweh; how very deep are your thoughts.
6 The brutish man does not know, and the fool cannot understand this.
7 When the wicked flourish like grass and all the workers of evil blossom, it is so they can be destroyed forever.
8 But you are on high forever, O Yahweh.
9 For behold, your enemies, O Yahweh, for behold, your enemies will perish. All the workers of evil will be scattered.
10 But you have exalted my horn like that of a wild ox; you have anointed me with fresh oil.