9 For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.
10 And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
11 And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.
12 The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.
13 Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.
14 Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,
15 To declare that upright [is] Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!
