Psalm 9
To the chief Musician upon Muth-labben, A Psalm of David
1 Lord, I’ll thee praise, with all my heart;
thy wonders all proclaim.
2 I will be glad and joy in thee;
most High, I’ll sing thy name.
3 In turning back my foes, they’ll fall
and perish at thy sight.
4 For thou maintains my right, and cause:
in throne sat’st judging right.
5 Thou th’ heathen check’st, and th’ wicked ‘stroy’d
their names raz’d ever aye.
6 Thy ruins, foe, for aye are done;
thou mad’st their towns decay;
their memory with them is lost.
7 Yet ever sits the Lord:
his throne to judgment he prepares.
8 With right he’ll judge the world:
he to the folk shall minister
judgment in uprightness.
9 The Lord is for th’ oppress’d a fort:
a fort in times of stress.
10 Who know thy name, will trust in thee:
nor dost thou, Lord, forsake,
11 them that thee seek. Psalms, to the Lord
that dwells in Zion, make:
declare among the folk his works.
12 For blood when he doth seek,
he them remembers: nor forgets
the crying of the meek.
13 Jehovah, mercy on me have,
from them that do me hate
mark mine afflictions that arise,
thou lift’st me from death’s gate.
14 That I may tell in the gates of
the daughter of Zion,
thy praises all: and may rejoice
in thy salvation.
15 The heathen are sunk down into
the pit that they had made:
their own foot taken is i’th net
which privily they laid.