To the chief Musician upon Muth-Labben a psalm of David
1 LORD I’ll the praise, with all my heart;
thy wonders all proclaim.
2 I will be glad and joy in thee;
most high, I’ll sing thy name.
3 In turning back my foes, they’ll fall
and perish at thy sight.
4 For thou maintains my right, and cause:
In throne sits judging right.
5 Thou t’ heathen check’st, and th’ wicked ‘stroy’d
their names raz’d ever aye.
6 Thy ruins, foe, for aye are done;
thou mad’st their towns decay;
their memory with them is lost.
7 Yet ever sits the Lord:
his throne to judgment he prepares.
8 With right he’ll judge the world:
he to the folk shall minister
judgment in uprightness.
9 The Lord is for th’ oppress’d a fort:
a fort in times of stress.
10 Who knows thy name, will trust in thee:
nor dost thou, Lord forsake,
11 them that thee seek. Psalms, to the Lord
that dwells in Sion, make:
declare among the folk his works.
12 For blood when he doth seek,
he them remembers: nor forgets
the crying of the meek.
13 Jehovah, mercy on me have,
from them that do me hate
mark mine afflictions that arise,
thou lift’st me from deaths-gate.
14 That I may tell in the gates of
the daughter of Sion,
thy praises all: and may rejoice
in thy salvation.
15 The heathen are sunk down into
the pit that they had made:
their own foot taken is ith net
which privily they laid.
16 By judgment which he executes
Jehovah is made known:
the wicked’s snar’d in’s own hand work.
17 The wicked shall be turn’d to hell,
all lands that God forget.
18 Forgot the needy shall ne’re be:
poor’s hope ne’re fail’d him yet.
19 Arise, o Lord, lest men prevail,
judge t’ heathen in thy sight.
20 That they may know they be but men,
the nations Lord affright. Selah