Psalms 9-11

Psalm 9

¹To the chief Musician. Upon Muthlabben. A Psalm of David. I will praise Jehovah with my whole heart; I will recount all thy marvellous works.

²I will be glad and rejoice in thee; I will sing forth thy name, O Most High.

³When mine enemies turned back, they stumbled and perished at thy presence:

⁴For thou hast maintained my right and my cause. Thou sittest on the throne, judging righteously.

⁵Thou hast rebuked the nations, thou hast destroyed the wicked; thou hast put out their name for ever and ever.

⁶O enemy! destructions are ended for ever. -- Thou hast also destroyed cities, even the remembrance of them hath perished.

⁷But Jehovah sitteth for ever; he hath ordained his throne for judgment.

⁸And it is he that will judge the world with righteousness; he shall execute judgment upon the peoples with equity.

⁹And Jehovah will be a refuge to the oppressed one, a refuge in times of distress.

¹⁰And they that know thy name will confide in thee; for thou, Jehovah, hast not forsaken them that seek thee.

¹¹Sing psalms to Jehovah who dwelleth in Zion; tell among the peoples his doings.

¹²For when he maketh inquisition for blood, he remembereth them; the cry of the afflicted ones hath he not forgotten.

¹³Be gracious unto me, O Jehovah; consider mine affliction from them that hate me, lifting me up from the gates of death:

¹⁴That I may declare all thy praise in the gates of the daughter of Zion. I will be joyful in thy salvation.

¹⁵The nations are sunk down in the pit that they made; in the net that they hid is their own foot taken.

¹⁶Jehovah is known by the judgment he hath executed: the wicked is ensnared in the work of his own hands. Higgaion. Selah.

¹⁷The wicked shall be turned into Sheol, all the nations that forget God.

¹⁸For the needy one shall not be forgotten alway; the hope of the meek shall not perish for ever.

¹⁹Arise, Jehovah; let not man prevail: let the nations be judged in thy sight.

²⁰Put them in fear, Jehovah: that the nations may know themselves to be but men. Selah.

Psalm 10

¹Why, Jehovah, standest thou afar off? Why hidest thou thyself in times of distress?

²The wicked, in his pride, doth hotly pursue the afflicted. They shall be taken in the devices that they have imagined.

³For the wicked boasteth of his soul's desire, and he blesseth the covetous; he contemneth Jehovah.

⁴The wicked saith, in the haughtiness of his countenance, He doth not search out: all his thoughts are, There is no God!

⁵His ways always succeed; thy judgments are far above out of his sight; as for all his adversaries, he puffeth at them.

⁶He saith in his heart, I shall not be moved; from generation to generation I shall be in no adversity.

⁷His mouth is full of cursing, and deceit, and oppression; under his tongue is mischief and iniquity.

⁸He sitteth in the lurking-places of the villages; in the secret places doth he slay the innocent: his eyes watch for the wretched.

⁹He lieth in wait secretly, like a lion in his thicket; he lieth in wait to catch the afflicted: he doth catch the afflicted, drawing him into his net.

¹⁰He croucheth, he boweth down, that the wretched may fall by his strong ones.

¹¹He saith in his heart, God hath forgotten, he hideth his face, he will never see it.

¹²Arise, Jehovah; O God, lift up thy hand: forget not the afflicted.

¹³Wherefore doth the wicked contemn God? He hath said in his heart, Thou wilt not require it.

¹⁴Thou hast seen it, for thou thyself beholdest trouble and vexation, to requite by thy hand. The wretched committeth himself unto thee; thou hast been the helper of the fatherless.

¹⁵Break thou the arm of the wicked, and as for the evil man, seek out his wickedness till thou find none.

¹⁶Jehovah is King for ever and ever: the nations have perished out of his land.

¹⁷Jehovah, thou hast heard the desire of the meek, thou hast established their heart: thou causest thine ear to hear,

¹⁸To do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed one, that the man of the earth may terrify no more.

Psalm 11

¹To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

²For behold, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may in darkness shoot at the upright in heart.

³If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do?

⁴Jehovah is in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, -- his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.

⁵Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth.

⁶Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

⁷For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright.