²⁰ But the wicked will perish:^(A)
    Though the Lord’s enemies are like the flowers of the field,
    they will be consumed, they will go up in smoke.^(B)

³ For my days vanish like smoke;^(A)
    my bones^(B) burn like glowing embers.

³¹ “So may all your enemies perish,^(A) Lord!
    But may all who love you be like the sun^(B)
    when it rises in its strength.”^(C)

¹⁴ with the best the sun brings forth
    and the finest the moon can yield;
¹⁵ with the choicest gifts of the ancient mountains^(A)
    and the fruitfulness of the everlasting hills;
¹⁶ with the best gifts of the earth and its fullness
    and the favor of him who dwelt in the burning bush.^(B)
Let all these rest on the head of Joseph,
    on the brow of the prince among^[a] his brothers.^(C)