Psalm 9:1-Psalm 11:1 - Celebration Of God's Justice

¹ To the Overseer, 'On the Death of Labben.' -- A Psalm of David. I confess, O Jehovah, with all my heart, I recount all Thy wonders, ² I rejoice and exult in Thee, I praise Thy Name, O Most High.

³ In mine enemies turning backward, they stumble and perish from Thy face. ⁴ For Thou hast done my judgment and my right. Thou hast sat on a throne, A judge of righteousness. ⁵ Thou hast rebuked nations, Thou hast destroyed the wicked, Their name Thou hast blotted out to the age and for ever. ⁶ O thou Enemy, Finished have been destructions for ever, As to cities thou hast plucked up, Perished hath their memorial with them.

⁷ And Jehovah to the age abideth, He is preparing for judgment His throne. ⁸ And He judgeth the world in righteousness, He judgeth the peoples in uprightness. ⁹ And Jehovah is a tower for the bruised, A tower for times of adversity. ¹⁰ They trust in Thee who do know Thy name, For Thou hast not forsaken Those seeking Thee, O Jehovah.

¹¹ Sing ye praise to Jehovah, inhabiting Zion, Declare ye among the peoples His acts, ¹² For He who is seeking for blood Them hath remembered, He hath not forgotten the cry of the afflicted.

¹³ Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death, ¹⁴ So that I recount all Thy praise, In the gates of the daughter of Zion. I rejoice on Thy salvation.

¹⁵ Sunk have nations in a pit they made, In a net that they hid hath their foot been captured. ¹⁶ Jehovah hath been known, Judgment He hath done, By a work of his hands Hath the wicked been snared. Meditation. Selah.

¹⁷ The wicked do turn back to Sheol, All nations forgetting God. ¹⁸ For not for ever is the needy forgotten, The hope of the humble lost to the age.

¹⁹ Rise, O Jehovah, let not man be strong, Let nations be judged before Thy face. ²⁰ Appoint, O Jehovah, a director to them, Let nations know they are men! Selah.

¹ Why, Jehovah, dost Thou stand at a distance? Thou dost hide in times of adversity, ² Through the pride of the wicked, Is the poor inflamed, They are caught in devices that they devised.

³ Because the wicked hath boasted Of the desire of his soul, And a dishonest gainer he hath blessed, He hath despised Jehovah. ⁴ The wicked according to the height of his face, inquireth not. 'God is not!' are all his devices. ⁵ Pain do his ways at all times, On high are Thy judgments before him, All his adversaries -- he puffeth at them. ⁶ He hath said in his heart, 'I am not moved,' To generation and generation not in evil. ⁷ Of oaths his mouth is full, And deceits, and fraud: Under his tongue is perverseness and iniquity, ⁸ He doth sit in an ambush of the villages, In secret places he doth slay the innocent. His eyes for the afflicted watch secretly, ⁹ He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net. ¹⁰ He is bruised -- he boweth down, Fallen by his mighty ones hath the afflicted. ¹¹ He said in his heart, 'God hath forgotten, He hath hid His face, He hath never seen.'

¹² Arise, O Jehovah! O God, lift up Thy hand! Forget not the humble. ¹³ Wherefore hath the wicked despised God? He hath said in his heart, 'It is not required.' ¹⁴ Thou hast seen, For Thou perverseness and anger beholdest; By giving into Thy hand, On Thee doth the afflicted leave it, Of the fatherless Thou hast been an helper. ¹⁵ Break the arm of the wicked and the evil, Seek out his wickedness, find none;

¹⁶ Jehovah is king to the age, and for ever, The nations have perished out of His land! ¹⁷ The desire of the humble Thou hast heard, O Jehovah. Thou preparest their heart; Thou causest Thine ear to attend, ¹⁸ To judge the fatherless and bruised: He addeth no more to oppress -- man of the earth!

¹ To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, 'They moved to Thy mountain for the bird?