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Psalm 9

To the chief Musician upon Muth-labben, A Psalm of David.

8,6,8,6

1Lord, thee I’ll praise with all my heart,

thy wonders all proclaim.

2In thee, most High, I’ll greatly joy,

and sing unto thy name.

3When back my foes were turn’d, they fell,

and perish’d at thy sight:

4For thou maintain’dst my right and cause;

on throne sat’st judging right.

5The heathen thou rebuked hast,

the wicked overthrown;

Thou hast put out their names, that they

may never more be known.

6O en’my! now destructions have

an end perpetual:

Thou cities raz’d; perish’d with them

is their memorial.

7God shall endure for aye; he doth

for judgment set his throne;

8In righteousness to judge the world,

justice to give each one.

9God also will a refuge be

for those that are oppress’d;

A refuge will he be in times

of trouble to distress’d.

10And they that know thy name, in thee

their confidence will place:

For thou hast not forsaken them

that truly seek thy face.

11O sing ye praises to the Lord,

that dwells in Sion hill;

And all the nations among

his deeds record ye still.

12When he enquireth after blood,

he then rememb’reth them:

The humble folk he not forgets

that call upon his name.

13Lord, pity me; behold the grief

which I from foes sustain;

Ev’n thou, who from the gates of death

dost raise me up again;

14That I, in Sion’s daughters’ gates,

may all thy praise advance;

And that I may rejoice always

in thy deliverance.

15The 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.

16The Lord is by the judgment known

which he himself hath wrought:

The sinners’ hands do make the snares

wherewith themselves are caught.

17They who are wicked into hell

each one shall turned be;

And all the nations that forget

to seek the Lord most high.

18For they that needy are shall not

forgotten be alway;

The expectation of the poor

shall not be lost for aye.

19Arise, Lord, let not man prevail;

judge heathen in thy sight:

20That they may know themselves but men,

the nations, Lord, affright.

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