Psalms 9 For the end, A Psalm of David, concerning the secrets of the Son. I will give thanks to You, O Lord, with my whole heart; I will recount all Your wonderful works.

CAB⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ For the end, A Psalm of David, concerning the secrets of the Son. I will give thanks to You, O Lord, with my whole heart; I will recount all Your wonderful works. ² I will be glad and exalt in You: I will sing to Your name, O Most High. ³ When my enemies are turned back, they shall be feeble and perish at Your presence. ⁴ For You have maintained my cause and my right; You sat on the throne, that judges in righteousness. ⁵ You have rebuked the nations, and the ungodly one has perished; You have blotted out their name forever, even forever and ever. ⁶ The swords of the enemy have failed utterly; and you have destroyed cities: their memorial has been destroyed with a noise, ⁷ but the Lord endures forever; He has prepared His throne for judgment. ⁸ And He will judge the world in righteousness, He will judge the nations in uprightness. ⁹ The Lord also has become a refuge for the poor, a seasonable help, in affliction. ¹⁰ And let them that know Your name hope in You — for You, O Lord, have not failed them that diligently seek You. ¹¹ Sing praises to the Lord, who dwells in Zion: declare His dealings among the nations. ¹² For He remembered them, in making inquisition for blood; He has not forgotten the supplication of the poor. ¹³ Have mercy upon me, O Lord; look upon my affliction which I suffer from my enemies, You that lift me up from the gates of death: ¹⁴ that I may declare all Your praises in the gates of the daughter of Zion: I will rejoice in Your salvation. ¹⁵ The heathen are caught in the destruction which they planned: in the very snare which they hid is their foot taken. ¹⁶ The Lord is known as executing judgments: the sinner is taken in the works of his hands. Pause. ¹⁷ Let sinners be driven away into Hades, even all the nations that forget God. ¹⁸ For the poor shall not be forgotten forever; the patience of the needy ones shall not perish forever. ¹⁹ Arise, O Lord, let not man prevail: let the heathen be judged before You. ²⁰ Appoint, O Lord, a lawgiver over them: let the heathen know that they are men. Pause.