Psalms 92:7-11

When the wicked sprouted up like grass And all who did injustice flourished, It was only that they might be destroyed forevermore.

But You, Lord, are on high forever.

For, behold, Your enemies, Lord, For, behold, Your enemies will perish; All who do injustice will be scattered.

But You have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox; I have been anointed with fresh oil.

And my eye has looked at my enemies, My ears hear of the evildoers who rise up against me.