2To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.
3On ten strings and on psaltery, On higgaion, with harp.
4For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.
5How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.
6A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; —
7When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity — For their being destroyed for ever and ever!
8And Thou art high to the age, O Jehovah.
9For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.
10And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
11And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.