to make music to your name, O Most High;
and your fidelity at night,
with resounding music upon the lyre.
by your deeds.
I will shout with joy at the works of your hands.
How deep are your plans!
and only a fool does not understand this:
and all who do wickedness flourish,
they will be destroyed for ever and ever.
for, behold, your enemies will perish.
All the evildoers will be scattered.
like that of the wild ox.
I have rubbed it with fresh oil.
My ears hear of evildoers who rise up against me.
He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
They will greatly flourish in the courts of our God.
They will be fat and fresh,
my Rock, in whom there is no injustice.