Wherefore do the wicked live, Become old, yea, wax mighty in power?
For he flattereth himself in his own eyes, That his iniquity will not be found out and be hated.
And the heavens shall praise thy wonders, O Jehovah; Thy faithfulness also in the assembly of the holy ones.
For thou, Jehovah, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
Above the voices of many waters, The mighty breakers of the sea, Jehovah on high is mighty.
Yea, see thou thy children's children. Peace be upon Israel.
Righteous art thou, O Jehovah, when I contend with thee; yet would I reason the cause with thee: wherefore doth the way of the wicked prosper? wherefore are all they at ease that deal very treacherously?