3On the psaltery, and on the lyre, *
and to the melody of the harp.
4For you have made me glad by your acts, O Lord; *
and I shout for joy because of the works of your hands.
5Lord, how great are your works! *
your thoughts are very deep.
6The dullard does not know,
nor does the fool understand, *
that though the wicked grow like weeds,
and all the workers of iniquity flourish,
7They flourish only to be destroyed for ever; *
but you, O Lord, are exalted for evermore.
8For lo, your enemies, O Lord,
lo, your enemies shall perish, *
and all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.
9But my horn you have exalted like the horns of wild bulls; *
I am anointed with fresh oil.
10My eyes also gloat over my enemies, *
and my ears rejoice to hear the doom of the wicked who rise up against me.
11The righteous shall flourish like a palm tree, *
and shall spread abroad like a cedar of Lebanon.
12Those who are planted in the house of the Lord *
shall flourish in the courts of our God;
13They shall still bear fruit in old age; *
they shall be green and succulent;
14That they may show how upright the Lord is, *
my Rock, in whom there is no fault.
