PSALMS.
Chapter 9.
For the choir director; according to muth labben;  a psalm by David. I will give ⌞you⌟ thanks, O Lord, with all my heart. I will tell about all the miracles you have done. 
I will find joy and be glad about you. I will make music to praise your name, O Most High. 
When my enemies retreat, they will stumble and die in your presence. 
You have defended my just cause: You sat down on your throne as a fair judge. 
You condemned nations. You destroyed wicked people. You wiped out their names forever and ever. 
The enemy is finished—in ruins forever. You have uprooted their cities. Even the memory of them has faded. 
Yet, the Lord is enthroned forever. He has set up his throne for judgment. 
He alone judges the world with righteousness. He judges ⌞its⌟ people fairly. 
The Lord is a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. 
Those who know your name trust you, O Lord, because you have never deserted those who seek your help. 
Make music to praise the Lord, who is enthroned in Zion. Announce to the nations what he has done. 
The one who avenges murder has remembered oppressed people. He has never forgotten their cries. 
Have pity on me, O Lord. Look at what I suffer because of those who hate me. You take me away from the gates of death 
so that I may recite your praises one by one in the gates of Zion and find joy in your salvation. 
The nations have sunk into the pit they have made. Their feet are caught in the net they have hidden ⌞to trap others⌟. 
The Lord is known by the judgment he has carried out. The wicked person is trapped by the work of his own hands. Higgaion Selah 
Wicked people, all the nations who forget God, will return to the grave. 
Needy people will not always be forgotten. Nor will the hope of oppressed people be lost forever. 
Arise, O Lord. Do not let mortals gain any power. Let the nations be judged in your presence. 
Strike them with terror, O Lord. Let the nations know that they are ⌞only⌟ mortal. Selah 
