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 On the psaltery, and on the lyre, * and to the melody of the harp.

For you have made me glad by your acts, O ; * and I shout for joy because of the works of your hands.

, how great are your works! * your thoughts are very deep.

The dullard does not know, nor does the fool understand, * that though the wicked grow like weeds, and all the workers of iniquity flourish,

They flourish only to be destroyed for ever; * but you, O, are exalted for evermore.

For lo, your enemies, O , lo, your enemies shall perish, * and all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.

But my horn you have exalted like the horns of wild bulls; * I am anointed with fresh oil.

My eyes also gloat over my enemies, * and my ears rejoice to hear the doom of the wicked who rise up against me.

The righteous shall flourish like a palm tree, * and shall spread abroad like a cedar of Lebanon.

Those who are planted in the house of the * shall flourish in the courts of our God;

They shall still bear fruit in old age; * they shall be green and succulent;

That they may show how upright the is, * my Rock, in whom there is no fault.