Psalms 9:1-17

¹To the chief music-maker on Muthlabben. A Psalm. Of David. I will give you praise, O Lord, with all my heart; I will make clear all the wonder of your works.

²I will be glad and have delight in you: I will make a song of praise to your name, O Most High.

³When my haters are turned back, they will be broken and overcome before you.

⁴For you gave approval to my right and my cause; you were seated in your high place judging in righteousness.

⁵You have said sharp words to the nations, you have sent destruction on the sinners, you have put an end to their name for ever and ever.

⁶You have given their towns to destruction; the memory of them has gone; they have become waste for ever.

⁷But the Lord is King for ever: he has made ready his high seat for judging.

⁸And he will be the judge of the world in righteousness, giving true decisions for the peoples.

⁹The Lord will be a high tower for those who are crushed down, a high tower in times of trouble;

¹⁰And those who have knowledge of your name will put their faith in you; because you, Lord, have ever given your help to those who were waiting for you.

¹¹Make songs of praise to the Lord, whose house is in Zion: make his doings clear to the people.

¹²When he makes search for blood, he has them in his memory: he is not without thought for the cry of the poor.

¹³Have mercy on me, O Lord, and see how I am troubled by my haters; let me be lifted up from the doors of death;

¹⁴So that I may make clear all your praise in the house of the daughter of Zion: I will be glad because of your salvation.

¹⁵The nations have gone down into the hole which they made: in their secret net is their foot taken.

¹⁶The Lord has given knowledge of himself through his judging: the evil-doer is taken in the net which his hands had made. (Higgaion. Selah.)

¹⁷The sinners and all the nations who have no memory of God will be turned into the underworld.