Psalm 9

 
Ps. 9 

For the director of music. To the tune of "the death of the son." A psalm of David.

  our tune: "To God be the Glory" 11.11.11.11.

or Joanna "Immortal, Invisible"

1  Wholehearted thanksgiving to you I will bring;
    in praise of your marvelous works I will sing.
2  For joy I will shout and exultingly cry
    in praise of your name, LORD my God, O Most High.

3  My foes were turned backward in utter despair;
    they stumbled and perished because you were there.
4   For you have defended my right and my cause;
     you sat in just judgement, upholding your laws.

5   You chided the nations, the wicked destroyed;
     their names you erased and forever made void.
6   The foe is consumed and completely disgraced,
     their cities uprooted, their mem'ry erased.

7   The LORD will eternally reign from his throne;
     he has it established for justice alone.
8   He righteously judges the world in his sight;
     all peoples will know that his judgement is right.

9   The LORD is a stronghold, a bulwark, a tower,
     for all the oppressed in their dark, troubled hour.
10 Those knowing your name, LORD, trust you for your grace;
     you have not forsaken those seeking your face.

11  Sing praise to the LORD, who in Zion does dwell;
      among all the peoples his mighty deeds tell.
12  The cry of the poor never fades from his ear;
      their blood he avenges; he always will hear.                    

13   LORD,  see what I suffer from malice and hate;
      Have mercy! O lift me away from death's gate,
14  That I with the daughter of Zion may voice
      your praises, and in your salvation rejoice.

15  The nations are sunk in the pit they prepared;       their feet in the net they prepared are ensnared. 16  The LORD by his judgement has made himself known,       he by their own works has the wicked o'erthrown. 17  The wicked to death's dark abode shall be brought       and all of the nations who God have forgot. 18  Forgotten no longer the cause of the weak       nor perish forever the hope of the meek. 19  Rise LORD that mere man may not make himself strong;       let nations be judged in your presence for wrong. 20  Strike terror within them, O LORD, always then,       let nations know truly that they are mere men.