Psalm 9

NOw, Lord. with all my hart, & voice,
Thy wondrous works I, le magnify:
Of thee, I'le sing; Of thee, reioice;
And praise thy name (oh God most high)
For, thou didst put my foes to slight;
They fell, & fled out of thy sight.

My lawfull cause thou dost vpholde;
Thou fit'st enthron'd; thou judgest right;
The Gentiles, are by thee contrould;
The wicked, thou destroiest quite:
And, thou their names away dost blot,
For evermore, to be forgot.

Thy slaughters, now, thou cruel Foe,
Are to an end, for ever, brought;
Those Townes which thou did'st overthrowe,
Are nameles now, & out of thought:
But, God still sitteth on his throne,
Preparing judgment thervpon.

The world, he shall vprightly doome;
And, justly judge the nations all.
The pore, when times of trouble come,
He gardeth, like a castle wall.
And, they who seek & know his name,
Are safe, by trusting in the same.

To God, therfore, in Syon sing;
To nations all, make knowne his deeds:
For, when to light, he blood will bring,
He poremens wrongs, & criengs, heeds.
Now also, Lord, thy grace I crave:
Oh! mark what woes, & foes I have.

Thou sav'st me from the gates of hell
That I thy praise, with chearfull voice,
To Syon's daughters may reveal,
And in thy saving-health rejoice.
The Gentiles, had a pitt-fall wrought;
But, they themselves therin were caught.

Their Nets have their owne feet en-inar'de,
And, God is by his iudgments knowne;
The Sinners hands have trapps preparde,
Whereby them selves were ouerthrowue.
Thus, downe to hell the wicked goe,
As, all who fear not God shall doe.

There is a time to minde the pore,
Their hope shall not, for ever, faile;
To judge the Gentiles Lord, therfere,
Arise, & let not man prevaile.
The Nations fright, vntill they see,
That they are men as others be. Selah.