92:7 When the wicked sprout up like grass,
and all the evildoers glisten,
it is so that they may be annihilated.
92:8 But you, O Lord, reign
92:9 Indeed,
Indeed,
All the evildoers are scattered!
92:10 You exalt my horn like that of a wild ox.
I am covered
92:11 I gloat in triumph over those who tried to ambush me;
I hear the defeated cries of the evil foes who attacked me.
92:12 The godly
they grow high like a cedar in Lebanon.