To the choirmaster: according to Muth-labben. A Psalm of David. I will give thanks to the Lord with my whole heart; I will recount all of your wonderful deeds.
When my enemies turn back, they stumble and perish before your presence.
For you have maintained my just cause; you have sat on the throne, giving righteous judgment.
The enemy came to an end in everlasting ruins; their cities you rooted out; the very memory of them has perished.
But the Lord sits enthroned forever; he has established his throne for justice,
And those who know your name put their trust in you, for you, O Lord, have not forsaken those who seek you.
Be gracious to me, O Lord! See my affliction from those who hate me, O you who lift me up from the gates of death,
The nations have sunk in the pit that they made; in the net that they hid, their own foot has been caught.
The Lord has made himself known; he has executed judgment; the wicked are snared in the work of their own hands.
For the needy shall not always be forgotten, and the hope of the poor shall not perish forever.
Arise, O Lord! Let not man prevail; let the nations be judged before you!
Put them in fear, O Lord! Let the nations know that they are but men!