6 A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; --
7 When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity -- For their being destroyed for ever and ever!
8 And Thou [art] high to the age, O Jehovah.
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.
