1 To the overseer upon the death of Laban, chanting of David. I will praise, O Jehovah, with all my heart; I will recount all thy wonderful works. 2 I will be glad and rejoice in thee: I will play on the harp to thy name, O Most High.
3 In the turning away of mine enemies backward, they shall be weak and perish from thy face. 4 For thou didst my judgment and my cause; thou satest upon the throne judging justice. 5 Thou didst rebuke the nations, thou didst destroy the unjust one, wiping off their name forever and ever. 6 O enemy! desolations were wholly finished, and thou didst tear down cities; their remembrance perished with them.
7 And Jehovah shall dwell forever: he prepared his throne for judgment 8 And he will judge the habitable globe in justice, he will judge peoples in uprightness. 9 And Jehovah will be a height for the oppressed one, a height for times in straits. 10 And they knowing thy name will trust in thee, for thou didst not forsake those seeking thee, O Jehovah.
11 Play on the harp to Jehovah dwelling in Zion: announce among the peoples his doings. 12 For he sought out bloods, be remembered them: he forget not the cry of the humble.
13 Compassionate me, O Jehovah: see my affliction from those hating me, thou lifting me up from the gates of death: 14 So that I shall recount all thy praises in the gates of the daughter of Zion: I will rejoice in thy salvation.
15 The nations sank into the pit they made: in the net they hid, their foot was taken by it 16 And Jehovah was known by the judgment he did: by the work of his hands the unjust was snared. Meditation. Silence.
17 The unjust shall be turned away into hades, all the nations forgetting God. 18 For the needy shall not be forgotten forever: the hope of the poor shall not perish forever.