Psalm 9

Confitebor tibi
1
I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, with my whole heart *
I will speak of all thy marvellous works.
2
I will be glad and rejoice in thee *
yea, my songs will I make of thy Name, O thou most Highest.
3
While mine enemies are driven back *
they shall fall and perish at thy presence.
4
For thou hast maintained my right and my cause *
thou art set in the throne that judgest right.
5
Thou hast rebuked the heathen, and destroyed the ungodly *
thou hast put out their name for ever and ever.
6
O thou enemy, destructions are come to a perpetual end *
even as the cities which thou hast destroyed, their memorial is perished with them.
7
But the Lord shall endure for ever *
he hath also prepared his seat for judgement.
8
For he shall judge the world in righteousness *
and minister true judgement unto the people.
9
The Lord also will be a defence for the oppressed *
even a refuge in due time of trouble.
10
And they that know thy Name will put their trust in thee *
for thou, Lord, hast never failed them that seek thee.
11
O praise the Lord which dwelleth in Sion *
shew the people of his doings.
12
For when he maketh inquisition for blood, he remembereth them *
and forgetteth not the complaint of the poor.
13
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.
14
That I may shew all thy praises within the ports of the daughter of Sion *
I will rejoice in thy salvation.
15
The heathen are sunk down in the pit that they made *
in the same net which they hid privily, is their foot taken.
16
The Lord is known to execute judgement *
the ungodly is trapped in the work of his own hands.
17
The wicked shall be turned into hell *
and all the people that forget God.
18
For the poor shall not alway be forgotten *
the patient abiding of the meek shall not perish for ever.
19
Up, Lord, and let not man have the upper hand *
let the heathen be judged in thy sight.
20
Put them in fear, O Lord *
that the heathen may know themselves to be but men.

Psalm 15

Domine, quis habitabit?
1
Lord, who shall dwell in thy tabernacle  *
or who shall rest upon thy holy hill?
2
Even he that leadeth an uncorrupt life *
and doeth the thing which is right, and speaketh the truth from his heart.
3
He that hath used no deceit in his tongue, nor done evil to his neighbour *
and hath not slandered his neighbour.
4
He that setteth not by himself, but is lowly in his own eyes *
and maketh much of them that fear the Lord.
5
He that sweareth unto his neighbour, and disappointeth him not *
though it were to his own hindrance.
6
He that hath not given his money upon usury *
nor taken reward against the innocent.
7
Whoso doeth these things *
shall never fall.