4. For you, O Yahweh, have made me glad by your work; by the deeds of your hands I sing for joy.
5. How great are your deeds, O Yahweh; how very deep are your thoughts.
6. The brutish man does not know, and the fool cannot understand this.
7. When the wicked flourish like grass and all the workers of evil blossom, it is so they can be destroyed forever.
8. But you are on high forever, O Yahweh.
9. For behold, your enemies, O Yahweh, for behold, your enemies will perish. All the workers of evil will be scattered.