For the director of music. To the tune of “The Death of the Son.” A psalm of David.
1 I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart;
I will tell of all your wonderful deeds.
I will sing the praises of your name, O Most High.
they stumble and perish before you.
sitting enthroned as the righteous judge.
you have blotted out their name for ever and ever.
you have uprooted their cities;
even the memory of them has perished.
he has established his throne for judgment.
and judges the peoples with equity.
a stronghold in times of trouble.
for you, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek you.
proclaim among the nations what he has done.
he does not ignore the cries of the afflicted.
Have mercy and lift me up from the gates of death,
in the gates of Daughter Zion,
and there rejoice in your salvation.
their feet are caught in the net they have hidden.
the wicked are ensnared by the work of their hands.c
all the nations that forget God.
the hope of the afflicted will never perish.
let the nations be judged in your presence.
let the nations know they are only mortal.