1 Lord, I'll thee praise with all my heart,
Thy wonders all proclaim.
2 I will be glad and joy in thee,
Most high I'll sing thy Name.
3 In turning back, my foes they'll fall,
And perish at thy sight.
4 For thou maintain'st my right and cause,
In throne sitt'st judging right.
5 Thou hast the heathen folk rebuk'd
And wicked ones destroy'd;
For ever and for evermore
Thou hast their name made void.
6 Destructions (O thou foe) are come,
To end perpetual:
Thou hast 'stroy'd cities, they are gone,
With their memorial.
7 Nevertheless Jehovah shall
For evermore endure;
And unto judgement he his throne
Prepared hath most sure.
8 And he the habitable world
Shall judge in righteousness;
Unto the people judgment give
He shall in uprightness.
9 A refuge for oppressed ones
Jehovah shall become;
A refuge high he is to them
In seasons troublesome.
10 They also that do know thy name,
In thee will put their trust:
For them that do thee seek O Lord,
Forsake thou never dost.
11 O sing ye praises to the Lord,
That doth in Sion dwell:
The deeds also that he hath done
Among the people tell.
He to remembrance doth them call,
When he for blood doth seek;
He also never doth forget
The crying of the meek.
13 Jehovah mercy on me have
From them tat do me hate;
Mark mine afflictions that arise,
Thou lift'st me from death's gate.
14 That I on Sion's daughters gates
Thy praises all my show:
And that in thy salvation
I may rejoyce also.
15 The heathen are sung down into
The pit that they had made:
Their foot is taken in the net
Which privily they laid.
16 By judgment which he executes,
Jehovah is made known:
The wicked's snar'd in's handy work,
17 The wicked shall be turned down
Into the burning pit;
All nations that the mighty God
Continue to forget.
18 Because the needy ones shall not
Forgotten be alway?
The expectation of the poor
For aye shall not decay:
19 O let not wretched man prevail,
But O Jehovah rise;
The heathen people in thy sight
Let judged be likewise.
20 Jehovah do thou put in fear
Ev'n ev'ry one of them:
That so the nations they may know
That they be sorry men. Selah.
|First Line:||Lord, I'll thee praise, with all my heart|
|Title:||To the chief Musician upon Muth-Labben. A Psalm of David|