Psalm 9

To the chief Musician upon Muthlabben, A Psalm of David.

1        Lord, thee I'll praise with all my heart,

                   thy wonders all proclaim.

2        In thee, most High, I'll greatly joy,

                   and sing unto thy name.

3        When back my foes were turn'd, they fell,

                   and perish'd at thy sight:

4        For thou maintain'dst my right and cause;

                   on throne sat'st judging right.

5        The heathen thou rebuked hast,

                   the wicked overthrown;

          Thou hast put out their names, that they

                   may never more be known.

6        O en'my! now destructions have

                   an end perpetual:

          Thou cities raz'd, perish'd with them

                   is their memorial.

7        God shall endure for aye; he doth

                   for judgment set his throne;

8        In righteousness to judge the world,

                   justice to give each one.

9        God also will a refuge be

                   for those that are oppress'd;

          A refuge will he be in times

                   of trouble to distress'd.

10      And they that know thy name, in thee

                   their confidence will place:

          For thou hast not forsaken them

                   that truly seek thy face.

11      O sing ye praises to the Lord,

                   that dwells in Sion hill;

          And all the nations among

                   his deeds record ye still.

12      When he enquireth after blood,

                   he then rememb'reth them:

          The humble folk he not forgets

                   that call upon his name.

13      Lord, pity me; behold the grief

                   which I from foes sustain;

          Ev'n thou, who from the gates of death

                   dost raise me up again;

14      That I, in Sion's daughters' gates,

                   may all thy praise advance;

          And that I may rejoice always

                   in thy deliverance.

15      The heathen are sunk in the pit

                   which they themselves prepar'd;

          And in the net which they have hid

                   their own feet fast are snar'd.

16      The Lord is by the judgment known

                   which he himself hath wrought:

          The sinners' hands do make the snares

                   wherewith themselves are caught.

17      They who are wicked into hell

                   each one shall turned be;

          And all the nations that forget

                   to seek the Lord most high.

18      For they that needy are shall not

                   forgotten be alway;

          The expectation of the poor

                   shall not be lost for aye.

19      Arise, Lord, let not man prevail;

                   judge heathen in thy sight:

20      That they may know themselves but men,

                   the nations, Lord, affright.