Psalms 9
1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Death of the Son.” A Psalm of David. I will give thanks to the LORD with all my heart; I will recount all Your wonders.
I will praise you, O LORD, with my whole heart; I will show forth all your marvellous works.
2 I will be glad and rejoice in You; I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High.
I will be glad and rejoice in you: I will sing praise to your name, O you most High.
3 When my enemies retreat, they stumble and perish before You.
When mine enemies are turned back, they shall fall and perish at your presence.
4 For You have upheld my just cause; You sit on Your throne judging righteously.
For you have maintained my right and my cause; you sat in the throne judging right.
5 You have rebuked the nations; You have destroyed the wicked; You have erased their name forever and ever.
You have rebuked the heathen, you have destroyed the wicked, you have put out their name for ever and ever.
6 The enemy has come to eternal ruin, and You have uprooted their cities; the very memory of them has vanished.
O you enemy, destructions are come to a perpetual end: and you have destroyed cities; their memorial is perished with them.
7 But the LORD abides forever; He has established His throne for judgment.
But the LORD shall endure for ever: he has prepared his throne for judgment.
8 He judges the world with justice; He governs the people with equity.
And he shall judge the world in righteousness, he shall minister judgment to the people in uprightness.
9 The LORD is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble.
The LORD also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble.
10 Those who know Your name trust in You, for You, O LORD, have not forsaken those who seek You.
And they that know your name will put their trust in you: for you, LORD, have not forsaken them that seek you.
11 Sing praises to the LORD, who dwells in Zion; proclaim His deeds among the nations.
Sing praises to the LORD, which dwells in Zion: declare among the people his doings.
12 For the Avenger of bloodshed remembers; He does not ignore the cry of the afflicted.
When he makes inquisition for blood, he remembers them: he forgets not the cry of the humble.
13 Be merciful to me, O LORD; see how my enemies afflict me! Lift me up from the gates of death,
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, you that lift me up from the gates of death:
14 that I may declare all Your praises— that within the gates of Daughter Zion I may rejoice in Your salvation.
That I may show forth all your praise in the gates of the daughter of Zion: I will rejoice in your salvation.
15 The nations have fallen into a pit of their making; their feet are caught in the net they have hidden.
The heathen are sunk down in the pit that they made: in the net which they hid is their own foot taken.
16 The LORD is known by the justice He brings; the wicked are ensnared by the work of their hands.
The LORD is known by the judgment which he executes: the wicked is snared in the work of his own hands. (Higgaion, Selah)
The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God. (Sheol h7585)
18 For the needy will not always be forgotten; nor the hope of the oppressed forever dashed.
For the needy shall not always be forgotten: the expectation of the poor shall not perish for ever.
19 Rise up, O LORD, do not let man prevail; let the nations be judged in Your presence.
Arise, O LORD; let not man prevail: let the heathen be judged in your sight.
20 Lay terror upon them, O LORD; let the nations know they are but men.
Put them in fear, O LORD: that the nations may know themselves to be but men. (Selah)
