Psalm 9

Confitebor tibi

I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, with my whole heart *

I will speak of all thy marvellous works.

I will be glad and rejoice in thee *

yea, my songs will I make of thy Name, O thou most Highest.

While mine enemies are driven back *

they shall fall and perish at thy presence.

For thou hast maintained my right and my cause *

thou art set in the throne that judgest right.

Thou hast rebuked the heathen, and destroyed the ungodly *

thou hast put out their name for ever and ever.

O thou enemy, destructions are come to a perpetual end *

even as the cities which thou hast destroyed, their memorial is perished with them.

But the Lord shall endure for ever *

he hath also prepared his seat for judgement.

For he shall judge the world in righteousness *

and minister true judgement unto the people.

The Lord also will be a defence for the oppressed *

even a refuge in due time of trouble.

And they that know thy Name will put their trust in thee *

for thou, Lord, hast never failed them that seek thee.

O praise the Lord which dwelleth in Sion *

shew the people of his doings.

For when he maketh inquisition for blood, he remembereth them *

and forgetteth not the complaint of the poor.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord; consider the trouble which I suffer of them that hate me *

thou that liftest me up from the gates of death.

That I may shew all thy praises within the ports of the daughter of Sion *

I will rejoice in thy salvation.

The heathen are sunk down in the pit that they made *

in the same net which they hid privily, is their foot taken.

The Lord is known to execute judgement *

the ungodly is trapped in the work of his own hands.

The wicked shall be turned into hell *

and all the people that forget God.

For the poor shall not alway be forgotten *

the patient abiding of the meek shall not perish for ever.

Up, Lord, and let not man have the upper hand *

let the heathen be judged in thy sight.

Put them in fear, O Lord *

that the heathen may know themselves to be but men.

Psalm 10

Ut quid, Domine?

Why standest thou so far off, O Lord *

and hidest thy face in the needful time of trouble?

The ungodly for his own lust doth persecute the poor *

let them be taken in the crafty wiliness that they have imagined.

For the ungodly hath made boast of his own heart’s desire *

and speaketh good of the covetous, whom God abhorreth.

The ungodly is so proud, that he careth not for God *

neither is God in all his thoughts.

His ways are alway grievous *

thy judgements are far above out of his sight, and therefore defieth he all his enemies.

For he hath said in his heart, Tush, I shall never be cast down *

there shall no harm happen unto me.

His mouth is full of cursing, deceit, and fraud *

under his tongue is ungodliness and vanity.

He sitteth lurking in the thievish corners of the streets *

and privily in his lurking dens doth he murder the innocent; his eyes are set against the poor.

For he lieth waiting secretly, even as a lion lurketh he in his den *

that he may ravish the poor.

He doth ravish the poor *

when he getteth him into his net.

He falleth down, and humbleth himself *

that the congregation of the poor may fall into the hands of his captains.

He hath said in his heart, Tush, God hath forgotten *

he hideth away his face, and he will never see it.

Arise, O Lord God, and lift up thine hand *

forget not the poor.

Wherefore should the wicked blaspheme God *

while he doth say in his heart, Tush, thou God carest not for it.

Surely thou hast seen it *

for thou beholdest ungodliness and wrong.

That thou mayest take the matter into thy hand *

the poor committeth himself unto thee; for thou art the helper of the friendless.

Break thou the power of the ungodly and malicious *

take away his ungodliness, and thou shalt find none.

The Lord is King for ever and ever *

and the heathen are perished out of the land.

Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the poor *

thou preparest their heart, and thine ear hearkeneth thereto;

To help the fatherless and poor unto their right *

that the man of the earth be no more exalted against them.

Psalm 11

In Domino confido

In the Lord put I my trust *

how say ye then to my soul, that she should flee as a bird unto the hill?

For lo, the ungodly bend their bow, and make ready their arrows within the quiver *

that they may privily shoot at them which are true of heart.

For the foundations will be cast down *

and what hath the righteous done?

The Lord is in his holy temple *

the Lord’s seat is in heaven.

His eyes consider the poor *

and his eye-lids try the children of men.

The Lord alloweth the righteous *

but the ungodly, and him that delighteth in wickedness, doth his soul abhor.

Upon the ungodly he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, storm and tempest *

this shall be their portion to drink.

For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness *

his countenance will behold the thing that is just.