But You exalted my horn like that of a wild ox. I am anointed with fresh oil.
His heart is secure, he will not fear— until he gazes on his foes.
He gives freely to the poor. His righteousness endures forever. His horn is lifted high in honor.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You have anointed my head with oil, my cup overflows.
Wait for Adonai and keep His way, and He will exalt you to inherit the land. When the wicked are cut off, you will see it.
Let evil return to my foes. Silence them with Your truth!
O my strength, I watch for You— for God is my strong tower.
You will only look on with your eyes and see the wicked paid back.