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To the chief Musician upon Muth-labben, A Psalm of David
1 Lord, I’ll thee 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 sat’st judging right.
5 Thou th’ 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 know thy name, will trust in thee: nor dost thou, Lord, forsake, 11 them that thee seek. Psalms, to the Lord that dwells in Zion, 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 death’s gate.
14 That I may tell in the gates of the daughter of Zion, 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 i’th 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. Deep meditation. Selah. 17 The wicked shall be turn’d to hell, all lands that God forget. 18 Forgot the needy shall ne’er be: poor’s hope ne’er fail’d him yet.
19 Arise, O Lord, lest men prevail, judge th’ heathen in thy sight. 20 That they may know they be but men, the nations Lord affright. Selah.