Psalms 9 To hym that excelleth vpon Almuth Labben, a Psalme of Dauid. I Wyll geue thankes vnto the, O Lorde wyth my whole herte, I wyll speake of all thy maruelous worckes.

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ To hym that excelleth vpon Almuth Labben, a Psalme of Dauid. I Wyll geue thankes vnto the, O Lorde wyth my whole herte, I wyll speake of all thy maruelous worckes. ² I wyll be glad, and reioyse in the, yee my songes will I make of thy name, O thou moost hyest. ³ Whyle myne enemyes are dryuen backe, they shall fall, & perysh at thy presence. ⁴ For thou hast mayntened my ryght & my cause: thou art sett in the throne that iudgest ryght. ⁵ Thou hast rebuked the Heythen, & destroyed the vngodly, thou hast put out their name for euer & euer. ⁶ O thou enemye: destruccyons are come to a perpetuall ende: euen as the cities which thou hast destroyed: their memoriall is perished with them. ⁷ But the Lorde shall endure for euer, he hath also prepared his seate for iudgement: ⁸ For he shall iudge the world in ryghteousnes, and minister true iudgement vnto the people. ⁹ The Lorde also wylbe a defence for the oppressed euen a refuge in due tyme of trouble. ¹⁰ And they that knowe thy name, wyll put their trust in the: for thou (Lorde) hast neuer fayled them, that seke the. ¹¹ O prayse the Lord, which dwelleth in Syon, shewe the people of hys doinges. ¹² For when he maketh inquisycion for bloude, he remembreth them: & forgetteth not the complaynte of the poore. ¹³ Haue mercy vpon me (O Lorde) consydre the trouble whych I suffre of them that hate me, thou that lyftest me vp from the gates of death. ¹⁴ That I maye shewe all thy prayses wyth in the portes of the daughter of Syon, I wyll reioyse in thy saluacyon. ¹⁵ The Heithen are suncken downe in the pytte that they made: in the same nett which they hydd pryuely, is their awne foote taken. ¹⁶ The Lorde is knowen to execute iudgement: the vngodly is trapped in the worcke of his awne handes: A consyderacyon Sela. ¹⁷ The wycked shall be turned vnto hell, & all people that forget God: ¹⁸ For the poore shall not be all waye forgotten, the pacient abydynge of the meke shall not peryshe for euer. ¹⁹ Up Lorde, and let not man haue the vpper hande, let the Heythen be iudged in thy syght. ²⁰ Put them in feare (O Lorde) that the Heythen maye knowe them selues to be but men. Sela.