Psalm 9

I’ll praise you, LORD, with all my heart;

your wonders I’ll proclaim.

I will rejoice in you, Most High,

and praise your holy name.

Before you all my enemies fall,

they turn their backs and flee.

For you upheld my right and cause

and judged me righteously.

You have rebuked the nations, LORD;

the wicked you destroyed.

You blotted out the heathen’s name—

for ever made it void.

The enemy have met their doom,

destroyed eternally.

You have uprooted all their towns;

they’re lost to memory.

The LORD for ever reigns on high;

his throne for judgment stands.

He’ll judge the world in righteousness,

with justice rule the lands.

The LORD will be a hiding place

for those who are oppressed,

And he will be a strong defence

for those who are distressed.

All those who know your name, O LORD,

in you their trust will place,

For you do not abandon those

who seek your gracious face.

Sing praises to the LORD who sits

in Zion on his throne;

Among the nations of the world

proclaim what he has done.

For he, the avenger of man’s blood,

remembers evermore;

The cry of the afflicted one

he never will ignore.

O LORD, see how my enemies

are persecuting me.

Have mercy! From the gates of death

lift me and set me free,

So that in Zion’s city gates

your praise I may declare,

And that I may exult with joy

in your salvation there.

The nations all have fallen down

into the pit they made;

Their feet are tangled in the net

which they themselves have laid.

The LORD is known by righteous acts;

his justice always stands.

The wicked are ensnared in traps,

the work of their own hands.

The wicked will return to where

the dead have their abode,

Where all the heathen nations go

that have forgotten God.

The needy will not be ignored,

forgotten all their days;

The hopes and longings of the poor

will not be crushed always.

Arise, LORD! Let not man prevail;

judge nations from your throne.

That they may know how frail they are,

with fear, LORD, strike them down.