3 to the music of the ten-stringed lyre and the melody of the harp.
4 For you make me glad by your deeds, LORD; I sing for joy at what your hands have done.
5 How great are your works, LORD, how profound your thoughts!
6 Senseless people do not know, fools do not understand,
7 that though the wicked spring up like grass and all evildoers flourish, they will be destroyed forever.
8 But you, LORD, are forever exalted.
9 For surely your enemies, LORD, surely your enemies will perish; all evildoers will be scattered.
10 You have exalted my horna like that of a wild ox; fine oils have been poured on me.
11 My eyes have seen the defeat of my adversaries; my ears have heard the rout of my wicked foes.
12 The righteous will flourish like a palm tree, they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon;
13 planted in the house of the LORD, they will flourish in the courts of our God.