Psalms.
Chapter 9.
For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Death of the Son.” A Psalm of David. I will give thanks to the LORD with all my heart; I will recount all Your wonders. 
I will be glad and rejoice in You; I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High. 
When my enemies retreat, they stumble and perish before You. 
For You have upheld my just cause; You sit on Your throne judging righteously. 
You have rebuked the nations; You have destroyed the wicked; You have erased their name forever and ever. 
The enemy has come to eternal ruin, and You have uprooted their cities; the very memory of them has vanished. 
But the LORD abides forever; He has established His throne for judgment. 
He judges the world with justice; He governs the people with equity. 
The LORD is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. 
Those who know Your name trust in You, for You, O LORD, have not forsaken those who seek You. 
Sing praises to the LORD, who dwells in Zion; proclaim His deeds among the nations. 
For the Avenger of bloodshed remembers; He does not ignore the cry of the afflicted. 
Be merciful to me, O LORD; see how my enemies afflict me! Lift me up from the gates of death, 
that I may declare all Your praises— that within the gates of Daughter Zion I may rejoice in Your salvation. 
The nations have fallen into a pit of their making; their feet are caught in the net they have hidden. 
The LORD is known by the justice He brings; the wicked are ensnared by the work of their hands. 
The wicked will return to Sheol— all the nations who forget God. 
For the needy will not always be forgotten; nor the hope of the oppressed forever dashed. 
Rise up, O LORD, do not let man prevail; let the nations be judged in Your presence. 
Lay terror upon them, O LORD; let the nations know they are but men. 
