To the music of the ten-stringed lyre and the melody of the harp.
For you make me glad by your deeds, O LORD; I sing for joy at the works of your hands.
How great are your works, O LORD, how profound your thoughts!
The senseless man does not know, fools do not understand,
that though the wicked spring up like grass and all evildoers flourish, they will be forever destroyed.
But you, O LORD, are exalted forever.
For surely your enemies, O LORD, surely your enemies will perish; all evildoers will be scattered.
You have exalted my horn like that of a wild ox; fine oils have been poured upon me.