²⁰ But the wicked will die.
    The Lord’s enemies are like flowers in a field—
    they will disappear like smoke.

³ For my days disappear like smoke,
    and my bones burn like red-hot coals.

² Blow them away like smoke.
    Melt them like wax in a fire.
    Let the wicked perish in the presence of God.

³¹ “Lord, may all your enemies die like Sisera!
    But may those who love you rise like the sun in all its power!”

¹⁴ with the rich fruit that grows in the sun,
    and the rich harvest produced each month;
¹⁵ with the finest crops of the ancient mountains,
    and the abundance from the everlasting hills;
¹⁶ with the best gifts of the earth and its bounty,
    and the favor of the one who appeared in the burning bush.
May these blessings rest on Joseph’s head,
    crowning the brow of the prince among his brothers.

⁹ Your enemies, Lord, will surely perish;
    all evildoers will be scattered.