6 When I remember, I am troubled. Horror takes hold of my flesh.
7 "Why do the wicked live, Become old, yes, and grow mighty in power?
8 Their child is established with them in their sight, Their offspring before their eyes.
9 Their houses are safe from fear, Neither is the rod of God upon them.
10 Their bulls breed without fail. Their cows calve, and don`t miscarry.
11 They send forth their little ones like a flock. Their children dance.
12 They sing to the tambourine and harp, And rejoice at the sound of the pipe.
