Psalms

¹ For the director of music. To the tune of “The Death of the Son.” A psalm of David. I will praise you, O Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonders.

² I will sing praise to your name, O Most High.

³ they stumble and perish before you.

⁴ you have sat on your throne, judging righteously.

⁵ you have blotted out their name for ever and ever.

⁶ you have uprooted their cities; even the memory of them has perished.

⁷ he has established his throne for judgment.

⁸ he will govern the peoples with justice.

⁹ a stronghold in times of trouble.

¹⁰ for you, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek you.

¹¹ proclaim among the nations what he has done.

¹² he does not ignore the cry of the afflicted.

¹³ Have mercy and lift me up from the gates of death,

¹⁴ in the gates of the Daughter of Zion and there rejoice in your salvation.

¹⁵ their feet are caught in the net they have hidden.

¹⁶ the wicked are ensnared by the work of their hands. Higgaion. Selah

¹⁷ all the nations that forget God.

¹⁸ nor the hope of the afflicted ever perish.

¹⁹ let the nations be judged in your presence.

²⁰ let the nations know they are but men. Selah