^{7 Ref} "Why do the wicked live, Become old, yes, and grow mighty in power?

^{8 Ref} Their child is established with them in their sight, Their offspring before their eyes.

^{9 Ref} Their houses are safe from fear, Neither is the rod of God upon them.

^{10 Ref} Their bulls breed without fail. Their cows calve, and don't miscarry.

^{11 Ref} They send forth their little ones like a flock. Their children dance.

^{12 Ref} They sing to the tambourine and harp, And rejoice at the sound of the pipe.