PSALM 9
Into the end, for the privates of the son, the psalm of David. Lord, I shall acknowledge to thee in all mine heart; I shall tell all thy marvels.
Thou Highest, I shall be glad, and I shall be fully joyful [or full out joy] in thee; I shall sing to thy name.
For thou turnest mine enemy aback; they shall be made feeble, and shall perish from thy face.
For thou hast made my doom, and my cause; thou, that deemest rightfulness [or rightwiseness], hast set on the throne.
Thou hast blamed heathen men, and the wicked perished; thou hast done away the name of them into the world, and into the world of world.
The swords of the enemy have failed into the end; and thou hast destroyed the cities of them. The mind of them hath perished with sound;
and the Lord dwelleth without end. He hath made ready his throne in doom;
and he shall deem the world in equity, he shall deem peoples in rightfulness [or rightwiseness].
And the Lord is made refuge, either help, to a poor man; an helper in covenable times in tribulation.
10 And they, that know thy name, have hope in thee; for thou, Lord, hast not forsaken them that seek thee.
11 Sing ye [psalms] to the Lord, that dwelleth in Zion; tell ye his studies among heathen men.
12 God forgetteth not the cry of poor men; for he hath mind of them, and he seeketh the blood of them.
13 Lord, have thou mercy on me; see thou my meekness of mine enemies. Which enhancest me from the gates of death;
14 that I tell all thy praisings in the gates of the daughter of Zion. I shall be fully joyful or joy fully in thine health;
15 heathen men be fast-set in the perishing, which they made. In this snare, which they hid, the foot of them is caught.
16 The Lord making dooms shall be known; the sinner is taken in the works of his hands.
17 Sinners be turned altogether into hell; all folks, that forget God.
18 For the forgetting of a poor man shall not be into the end; the patience of poor men shall not perish into the end.
19 Lord, rise thou up, a man be not comforted; [the] folks be deemed in thy sight.
20 Lord, ordain thou a law-maker upon them; know folks, that they be men.