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.