Scottish Psalter: Psalm 9

¹ Lord, thee I’ll praise with all my heart, thy wonders all proclaim. ² In thee, most High, I’ll greatly joy, and sing unto thy name.

³ When back my foes were turn’d, they fell, and perish’d at thy sight: ⁴ For thou maintain’dst my right and cause; on throne sat’st judging right.

⁵ The heathen thou rebuked hast, the wicked overthrown; Thou hast put out their names, that they may never more be known.

⁶ O en’my! now destructions have an end perpetual: Thou cities raz’d; perish’d with them is their memorial.

⁷ God shall endure for aye; he doth for judgment set his throne; ⁸ In righteousness to judge the world, justice to give each one.

⁹ God also will a refuge be for those that are oppress’d; A refuge will he be in times of trouble to distress’d.

¹⁰ And they that know thy name, in thee their confidence will place: For thou hast not forsaken them that truly seek thy face.

¹¹ O sing ye praises to the Lord, that dwells in Sion hill; And all the nations among his deeds record ye still.

¹² When he enquireth after blood, he then rememb’reth them: The humble folk he not forgets that call upon his name.

¹³ Lord, pity me; behold the grief which I from foes sustain; Ev’n thou, who from the gates of death dost raise me up again;

¹⁴ That I, in Sion’s daughters’ gates, may all thy praise advance; And that I may rejoice always in thy deliverance.

¹⁵ The heathen are sunk in the pit which they themselves prepar’d; And in the net which they have hid their own feet fast are snar’d.

¹⁶ The Lord is by the judgment known which he himself hath wrought: The sinners’ hands do make the snares wherewith themselves are caught.

¹⁷ They who are wicked into hell each one shall turned be; And all the nations that forget to seek the Lord most high.

¹⁸ For they that needy are shall not forgotten be alway; The expectation of the poor shall not be lost for aye.

¹⁹ Arise, Lord, let not man prevail; judge heathen in thy sight: ²⁰ That they may know themselves but men, the nations, Lord, affright.