Psalm 9

Confitebor tibi
I will give thanks unto you, O Lord, with my whole heart; *
I will speak of all your marvelous works.
I will be glad and rejoice in you; *
indeed, my songs will I sing of your Name, O Most High.
When my enemies are driven back, *
they shall fall and perish at your presence;
For you have maintained my right and my cause; *
you sit on your throne judging right.
You have rebuked the nations and destroyed the ungodly; *
you have blotted out their name for ever and ever.
As for the enemy, their destruction has come; they are in perpetual ruin; *
like the cities which you have destroyed, their memory has perished with them.
But the Lord sits enthroned for ever; *
he has prepared his seat for judgment.
For he shall judge the world in righteousness, *
and minister true judgment to the peoples.
The Lord will be a defense for the oppressed, *
even a refuge in the time of trouble;
And those who know your Name will put their trust in you, *
for you, Lord, have never failed those who seek you.
O praise the Lord who dwells in Zion; *
tell the peoples what things he has done.
For when he takes vengeance for blood, he remembers them, *
and forgets not the cry of the poor.
Have mercy upon me, O Lord; consider the trouble I suffer from those who hate me, *
O you who lift me up from the gates of death,
That I may tell of all your praises within the gates of the daughter of Zion; *
I will rejoice in your salvation.
The nations have sunk down in the pit that they made; *
in the same net which they hid secretly is their foot caught.
The Lord is known to execute judgment; *
the ungodly are trapped in the works of their own hands.
The wicked shall return to the grave, *
even all the peoples that forget God.
For the poor shall not always be forgotten; *
the patient hope of the meek shall not perish for ever.
Rise up, O Lord, and let them not have the upper hand; *
let the nations be judged in your sight.
Put them in fear, O Lord, *
that the nations may know themselves to be merely human.