1 To the overseer upon the death of Laban, chanting of David. I will praise, O Jehovah, with all my heart; I will recount all thy wonderful works.
2 I will be glad and rejoice in thee: I will play on the harp to thy name, O Most High.
3 In the turning away of mine enemies backward, they shall be weak and perish from thy face.
4 For thou didst my judgment and my cause; thou satest upon the throne judging justice.
5 Thou didst rebuke the nations, thou didst destroy the unjust one, wiping off their name forever and ever.
6 O enemy! desolations were wholly finished, and thou didst tear down cities; their remembrance perished with them.
7 And Jehovah shall dwell forever: he prepared his throne for judgment
8 And he will judge the habitable globe in justice, he will judge peoples in uprightness.
9 And Jehovah will be a height for the oppressed one, a height for times in straits.
10 And they knowing thy name will trust in thee, for thou didst not forsake those seeking thee, O Jehovah.
11 Play on the harp to Jehovah dwelling in Zion: announce among the peoples his doings.
12 For he sought out bloods, be remembered them: he forget not the cry of the humble.
13 Compassionate me, O Jehovah: see my affliction from those hating me, thou lifting me up from the gates of death:
14 So that I shall recount all thy praises in the gates of the daughter of Zion: I will rejoice in thy salvation.
15 The nations sank into the pit they made: in the net they hid, their foot was taken by it
16 And Jehovah was known by the judgment he did: by the work of his hands the unjust was snared. Meditation. Silence.