Psalms 9:11-18

¹¹Sing ye psalms to the Lord, that dwelleth in Zion; tell ye his studies among heathen men.

¹²God forgetteth not the cry of poor men; for he hath mind of them, and he seeketh the blood of them.

¹³Lord, have thou mercy on me; see thou my meekness of mine enemies. Which enhancest me from the gates of death;

¹⁴that I tell all thy praisings in the gates of the daughter of Zion. I shall be fully joyful or joy fully in thine health;

¹⁵heathen men be fast-set in the perishing, which they made. In this snare, which they hid, the foot of them is caught.

¹⁶The Lord making dooms shall be known; the sinner is taken in the works of his hands.

¹⁷Sinners be turned altogether into hell; all folks, that forget God.

¹⁸For the forgetting of a poor man shall not be into the end; the patience of poor men shall not perish into the end.