To the Chief Musician. To the tune of [a]“Death of the Son.” A Psalm of David.
1 I will praise You, O Lord, with my whole heart;
I will tell of all Your marvelous works.
I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High.
They shall fall and perish at Your presence.
You sat on the throne judging in righteousness.
You have destroyed the wicked;
You have blotted out their name forever and ever.
And you have destroyed cities;
Even their memory has perished.
He has prepared His throne for judgment.
And He shall administer judgment for the peoples in uprightness.
A refuge in times of trouble.
For You, Lord, have not forsaken those who seek You.
Declare His deeds among the people.
He does not forget the cry of the [d]humble.
Consider my trouble from those who hate me,
You who lift me up from the gates of death,
In the gates of [e]the daughter of Zion.
I will rejoice in Your salvation.
In the net which they hid, their own foot is caught.
The wicked is snared in the work of his own hands.
Meditation.[g] Selah
And all the [h]nations that forget God.
The expectation of the poor shall not perish forever.
Do not let man prevail;
Let the [i]nations be judged in Your sight.
That the [j]nations may know themselves to be but men. Selah