But you’ve made me strong as a charging bison,you’ve honored me with a festive parade.The sight of my critics going down is still fresh,the rout of my malicious detractors.My ears are filled with the sounds of promise:“Good people will prosper like palm trees,Grow tall like Lebanon cedars;transplanted to God’s courtyard,They’ll grow tall in the presence of God,lithe and green, virile still in old age.”