4 with a ten-string harp, with resounding music on the lyre.
5 For You made me glad, Adonai, by Your deeds. I sing for joy at the works of Your hands.
6 How great are Your works, Adonai! How profound are Your thoughts!
7 A brutish man does not know, nor does a fool understand.
8 Though the wicked spring up like grass, and all evildoers flourish, it is only to be ruined forever.
9 But You, Adonai, are exalted forever.
10 For behold, Your enemies, Adonai —behold Your enemies perish— all evildoers are scattered.