4 For thou, Lord, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
5 How great are thy works, O Lord! 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, O Lord, art on 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 hast thou exalted like the horn of the wild-ox: I am anointed with fresh oil.