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 15

Domine, quis habitabit?

Lord, who shall dwell in thy tabernacle *

or who shall rest upon thy holy hill?

Even he that leadeth an uncorrupt life *

and doeth the thing which is right, and speaketh the truth from his heart.

He that hath used no deceit in his tongue, nor done evil to his neighbour *

and hath not slandered his neighbour.

He that setteth not by himself, but is lowly in his own eyes *

and maketh much of them that fear the Lord.

He that sweareth unto his neighbour, and disappointeth him not *

though it were to his own hindrance.

He that hath not given his money upon usury *

nor taken reward against the innocent.

Whoso doeth these things *

shall never fall.