Psalm 9
For the Chief Musician. Set to “The Death of the Son.” A Psalm by David.
I will tell of all your marvelous works.
I will sing praise to your name, O Most High.
they stumble and perish in your presence.
You sit on the throne judging righteously.
You have destroyed the wicked.
You have blotted out their name forever and ever.
The very memory of the cities which you have overthrown has perished.
He has prepared his throne for judgment.
He will administer judgment to the peoples in uprightness.
a high tower in times of trouble.
for you, Yahweh, have not forsaken those who seek you.
and declare among the people what he has done.
He doesn’t forget the cry of the afflicted.
See my affliction by those who hate me,
and lift me up from the gates of death,
I will rejoice in your salvation in the gates of the daughter of Zion.
In the net which they hid, their own foot is taken.
He has executed judgment.
The wicked is snared by the work of his own hands. Meditation. Selah.
even all the nations that forget God.
nor the hope of the poor perish forever.
Let the nations be judged in your sight.
Let the nations know that they are only men. Selah.