4. For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.
5. How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.
6. A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; --
7. When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity--For their being destroyed for ever and ever!
8. And Thou [art] high to the age, O Jehovah.
9. For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.
10. And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.