Psalm 9-16 New King James Version

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Thanksgiving for God's Justice

9 1  To the Chief Musician. To the tune of 'Death of the Son.' A Psalm of David. I will praise You, O Lord, with my whole heart; I will tell of all Your marvelous works. 2  I will be glad and rejoice in You; I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High. 3  When my enemies turn back, They shall fall and perish at Your presence. 4  For You have maintained my right and my cause; You sat on the throne judging in righteousness. 5  You have rebuked the nations, You have destroyed the wicked; You have blotted out their name forever and ever. 6  O enemy, destructions are finished forever! And you have destroyed cities; Even their memory has perished. 7  But the Lord shall endure forever; He has prepared His throne for judgment. 8  He shall judge the world in righteousness, And He shall administer judgment for the peoples in uprightness. 9  The Lord also will be a refuge for the oppressed, A refuge in times of trouble. 10  And those who know Your name will put their trust in You; For You, Lord, have not forsaken those who seek You.

11  Sing praises to the Lord, who dwells in Zion! Declare His deeds among the people. 12  When He avenges blood, He remembers them; He does not forget the cry of the humble. 13  Have mercy on me, O Lord! Consider my trouble from those who hate me, You who lift me up from the gates of death, 14  That I may tell of all Your praise In the gates of the daughter of Zion. I will rejoice in Your salvation. 15  The nations have sunk down in the pit which they made; In the net which they hid, their own foot is caught. 16  The Lord is known by the judgment He executes; The wicked is snared in the work of his own hands. Meditation. Selah 17  The wicked shall be turned into hell, And all the nations that forget God. 18  For the needy shall not always be forgotten; The expectation of the poor shall not perish forever. 19  Arise, O Lord, Do not let man prevail; Let the nations be judged in Your sight. 20  Put them in fear, O Lord, That the nations may know themselves to be but men. Selah

A Prayer for the Overthrow of the Wicked

10 1  Why do You stand afar off, O Lord? Why do You hide in times of trouble? 2  The wicked in his pride persecutes the poor; Let them be caught in the plots which they have devised. 3  For the wicked boasts of his heart's desire; He blesses the greedy and renounces the Lord. 4  The wicked in his proud countenance does not seek God; God is in none of his thoughts. 5  His ways are always prospering; Your judgments are far above, out of his sight; As for all his enemies, he sneers at them. 6  He has said in his heart, "I shall not be moved; I shall never be in adversity." 7  His mouth is full of cursing and deceit and oppression; Under his tongue is trouble and iniquity. 8  He sits in the lurking places of the villages; In the secret places he murders the innocent; His eyes are secretly fixed on the helpless. 9  He lies in wait secretly, as a lion in his den; He lies in wait to catch the poor; He catches the poor when he draws him into his net. 10  So he crouches, he lies low, That the helpless may fall by his strength. 11  He has said in his heart, "God has forgotten; He hides His face; He will never see."

12  Arise, O Lord! O God, lift up Your hand! Do not forget the humble. 13  Why do the wicked renounce God? He has said in his heart, "You will not require an account." 14  But You have seen, for You observe trouble and grief, To repay it by Your hand. The helpless commits himself to You; You are the helper of the fatherless. 15  Break the arm of the wicked and the evil man; Seek out his wickedness until You find none. 16  The Lord is King forever and ever; The nations have perished out of His land. 17  Lord, You have heard the desire of the humble; You will prepare their heart; You will cause Your ear to hear, 18  To do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed, That the man of the earth may oppress no more.

The Refuge of the Upright

11 1  To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In the Lord I put my trust; How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your mountain"? 2  For look! The wicked bend their bow, They make ready their arrow on the string, That they may shoot secretly at the upright in heart. 3  If the foundations are destroyed, What can the righteous do?

4  The Lord is in His holy temple, The Lord's throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids test the sons of men. 5  The Lord tests the righteous, But the wicked and the one who loves violence His soul hates. 6  Upon the wicked He will rain coals; Fire and brimstone and a burning wind Shall be the portion of their cup. 7  For the Lord is righteous, He loves righteousness; His countenance beholds the upright.

A Prayer for Help against the Wicked

12 1  To the Chief Musician. On an eight-stringed harp. A Psalm of David. Help, Lord, for the godly man ceases! For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men. 2  They speak idly everyone with his neighbor; With flattering lips and a double heart they speak. 3  May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, And the tongue that speaks proud things, 4  Who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail; Our lips are our own; Who is lord over us?" 5  "For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, Now I will arise," says the Lord; "I will set him in the safety for which he yearns." 6  The words of the Lord are pure words, Like silver tried in a furnace of earth, Purified seven times. 7  You shall keep them, O Lord, You shall preserve them from this generation forever. 8  The wicked prowl on every side, When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.

A Prayer for Help in Trouble

13 1  To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. How long, O Lord? Will You forget me forever? How long will You hide Your face from me? 2  How long shall I take counsel in my soul, Having sorrow in my heart daily? How long will my enemy be exalted over me? 3  Consider and hear me, O Lord my God; Enlighten my eyes, Lest I sleep the sleep of death; 4  Lest my enemy say, "I have prevailed against him"; Lest those who trouble me rejoice when I am moved. 5  But I have trusted in Your mercy; My heart shall rejoice in Your salvation. 6  I will sing to the Lord, Because He has dealt bountifully with me.

The Folly and Wickedness of Men

14 1  To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. The fool has said in his heart, "There is no God." They are corrupt, They have done abominable works, There is none who does good. 2  The Lord looks down from heaven upon the children of men, To see if there are any who understand, who seek God. 3  They have all turned aside, They have together become corrupt; There is none who does good, No, not one.

4  Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge, Who eat up my people as they eat bread, And do not call on the Lord? 5  There they are in great fear, For God is with the generation of the righteous. 6  You shame the counsel of the poor, But the Lord is his refuge. 7  Oh, that the salvation of Israel would come out of Zion! When the Lord brings back the captivity of His people, Let Jacob rejoice and Israel be glad.

The Inhabitants of God's Holy Hill

15 1  A Psalm of David. Lord, who may abide in Your tabernacle? Who may dwell in Your holy hill? 2  He who walks uprightly, And works righteousness, And speaks the truth in his heart; 3  He who does not backbite with his tongue, Nor does evil to his neighbor, Nor does he take up a reproach against his friend; 4  In whose eyes a vile person is despised, But he honors those who fear the Lord; He who swears to his own hurt and does not change; 5  He who does not put out his money at usury, Nor does he take a bribe against the innocent. He who does these things shall never be moved.

A Goodly Heritage

16 1  A Michtam of David. Preserve me, O God, for in You I put my trust. 2  O my soul, you have said to the Lord, "You are my Lord, My goodness is nothing apart from You." 3  As for the saints who are on the earth, "They are the excellent ones, in whom is all my delight." 4  Their sorrows shall be multiplied who hasten after another god; Their drink offerings of blood I will not offer, Nor take up their names on my lips. 5  O Lord, You are the portion of my inheritance and my cup; You maintain my lot. 6  The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; Yes, I have a good inheritance. 7  I will bless the Lord who has given me counsel; My heart also instructs me in the night seasons.

8  I have set the Lord always before me; Because He is at my right hand I shall not be moved. 9  Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoices; My flesh also will rest in hope. 10  For You will not leave my soul in Sheol, Nor will You allow Your Holy One to see corruption. 11  You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.

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