1 To the chief musician upon Muthlabben, a psalm of David. I will thank the Lord with all my heart: I will relate all thy marvelous deeds.
2 I will rejoice and exult in thee: I will sing praise to thy name, O thou Most High:
3 When my enemies are turned backward, when they fall and perish at thy presence.
4 For thou hast conducted my dispute and my cause; thou hast sat on the throne as a righteous judge.
5 Thou hast rebuked nations, thou hast caused the wicked to perish, their name hast thou blotted out for ever and ever.
6 O thou enemy, the ruins are passed away for ever, and the cities which thou hast destroyed,lost is their memorial, yea, theirs.
7 But the Lord will sit enthroned for ever: he hath established for giving judgment his throne.
8 And he will judge the world with righteousness, he shall decide for the people, with equity.
9 The Lord also will be a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of distress.
10 And they that know thy name will put their trust in thee; for thou hast not forsaken those that seek thee, O Lord.
11 Sing praises to the Lord, who dwelleth in Zion: announce among the people his deeds.
12 For he, that inquireth after acts of blood, hath remembered them: he hath not forgotten the cry of the afflicted.
13 Be gracious unto me, O Lord; have regard to my affliction coming from those that hate me, thou who liftest me up from the gates of death:
14 In order that I may relate all thy praises in the gates of the daughters of Zion: I will be glad in thy salvation.
15 Sunk are nations in the ditch that they have prepared: in this net which they had laid in secret is their own foot caught.
16 The Lord is made known: he executed justice: through the doing of his own hands is the wicked ensnared. Higgayon, Selah.
17 The wicked shall return into hell, all the nations that are forgetful of God.
18 For not everlastingly shall the needy be forgotten: the expectation of the poor shall not perish for ever.
19 Arise, O Lord; let not the mortal boast of his strength; let nations be judged before thy face.
20 Place, O Lord, fear over them: let nations know, that they are but mortals. Selah.