Psalm IX

I'Le praise the Lord with my whole heart,
Thy wonders I'le [abroad] proclaim:

With gladness I'le rejoyce in thee,
[Most High] and sing unto thy name.

Mine enemies do turn their back,
They [fall and] perish at thy sight.

Thou sat'st a just Judge on thy Throne.
And hast maintain'd my [Cause and] right.

The Heathen thou rebuked hast,
The wicked [thou hast] overthrown;
Their very names thou hast put out,
[Only] to be as odious known.

O Enemy, thy destroying work
Is now [at last] come to an end:
They ruin'd Cities, but to death
Their memory did [with them] descend.

But God for ever shall endure,
For Judgment [he hath] set his Throne:

He'll judge the world in righteousness,
In uprightness [he'll judge] each one.

The Lord will be a high defence
For those that are [by men] opprest:
In times of trouble he will be
A refuge and a [secure] Rest.

And they that know thy Name, in Thee
Their confidence will [wholly] place,
For thou didst never them forsake,
Who truly sought thy [saving] grace.

Sing Praises to the Lord most high,
Who doth in [holy] Sion dwell;
The wondrous things which he hath done,
Among the people [daily] tell.

He will at last enquire for blood,
And then [he will] remember them;
And surely he doth not forget
The [mournful] cry of humble men.

Have mercy, Lord, think on my grief
[And wrong] which I from them sustain
Who hate me: Thou that liftest me
[Vp] from [the] gates of death again.

That in the gates of Sion's seed
I may shew forth thy [Glorious] praise;
And in thy great salvation
I will [trust and] rejoyce always.

The Heathen are sunk in the pit
Which they [themselves] for us had made;
And in the net which they had hid
[Justly] their own foot is ensnar'd.

The Lord is by the Judgment known,
Which he in wisdom [justly] wrought;
The wicked's hands did make the snare,
In which [at last] themselves are caught.

To be cast off and turn'd to Hell,
This is the wicked's [final] lot,
And all the Nations of the world
That God [with fear] remember not.

The needy (though a while distrest)
Shall not [by thee] be still forgot;
The expectations of the poor,
[Though long] defer'd, yet perish not.

Rise, Lord, and let not men prevail,
Who trust in fraud or [worldly] might;
Let heathens and ungodly men
Be [even here] judged in thy sight.

Put senseless ones in fear, O Lord,
That the ungodly [Nations] then
May humbled be, and know themselves
To be but [feeble] dying men.