Psalm 9

To the chief musician, a Psalm of David

With all of my heart, Lord, Oh, You will I praise;
All Your works of wonder I’ll show forth and raise.

And I will be glad and rejoice in You, Lord:
I’ll sing praise to Your name, O God, most adored.

When my foes are turned back and they’ve lost their place;
Then they will soon fall and will fade from Your face.

For You have maintained right, my just cause, my plea;
And You sit on Your throne and judge righteously.

You rebuked the heathen, the wicked destroyed;
For You did blot their name, for all time made void.

Oh you foe, destructions are ended forever:
And You have spoiled cities; their memory sever.

But it’s so, the Lord shall endure evermore:
And He has prepared it: His throne; judgment for.

And He’ll judge the world in true righteousness,
He’ll minister judgment to all in fairness.

The Lord is a refuge for all the oppressed,
A refuge in trouble, whenever distressed.

And those who know Your name put their trust in You:
LORD, You’ve not forsaken the ones who pursue.

Sing praise to the Lord, Who sits on Zion’s throne;
Among all the nations make all His deeds known.

For He Who avenges blood remembers yet;
The cry of afflicted ones He won’t forget.

Have mercy, Oh Lord, on my hurt from foes hate;
For You are the One Who lifts up from death’s gate.

All Your praise to show forth in Zion’s daughter’s gate;
And in Your salvation I will jubilate.

The nations they fell in the pit that they hollowed;
By the net they’ve hidden has their foot been swallowed.

The Lord is made known by His justice prepared;
By work of their own hands the wicked are snared.

The wicked are turned back and into hell trod;
And even the nations forgetful of God.

The needy shall not be forgotten forever;
The hope of the humble will not perish ever.

Arise, Oh Lord, do not let man show his might;
Before You let nations be judged in Your sight.

Oh Lord, you must put them in fear once again;
That nations may know themselves to be but men.

So you break the arm of the wicked, bad one;
And seek out his evil until you’ve found none.

The Lord he is King now forever, always;
The heathen from his land have perished, gone away.

The humble’s desire, Oh Lord you will hear;
Their heart you will strengthen, to them turn your ear.

To vindicate orphans, to judge the oppressed,
The man of the earth he may no more oppress.

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