For the director of music. To the tune of ‘The Death of the Son’. A psalm of David.
1I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds.2I will be glad and rejoice in you; I will sing the praises of your name, O Most High.3My enemies turn back; they stumble and perish before you.4For you have upheld my right and my cause, sitting enthroned as the righteous judge.5You have rebuked the nations and destroyed the wicked; you have blotted out their name for ever and ever.6Endless ruin has overtaken my enemies, you have uprooted their cities; even the memory of them has perished.7The Lord reigns for ever; he has established his throne for judgment.8He rules the world in righteousness and judges the peoples with equity.9The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble.10Those who know your name trust in you, for you, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek you.11Sing the praises of the Lord, enthroned in Zion; proclaim among the nations what he has done.12For he who avenges blood remembers; he does not ignore the cries of the afflicted.13Lord, see how my enemies persecute me! Have mercy and lift me up from the gates of death,14that I may declare your praises in the gates of Daughter Zion, and there rejoice in your salvation.15The nations have fallen into the pit they have dug; their feet are caught in the net they have hidden.16The Lord is known by his acts of justice; the wicked are ensnared by the work of their hands.[1]17The wicked go down to the realm of the dead, all the nations that forget God.18But God will never forget the needy; the hope of the afflicted will never perish.19Arise, Lord, do not let mortals triumph; let the nations be judged in your presence.20Strike them with terror, Lord; let the nations know they are only mortal.