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(A psalm by David for the music leader. To the tune “The Death of the Son.”)

Sing Praises to the Lord

I will praise you, Lord,
    with all my heart
    and tell about the wonders
    you have worked.
God Most High, I will rejoice;
    I will celebrate and sing
    because of you.

When my enemies face you,
    they run away and stumble
    and are destroyed.
You take your seat as judge,
and your fair decisions prove
    that I was in the right.
You warn the nations
    and destroy evil people;
    you wipe out their names
    forever and ever.
Our enemies are destroyed
    completely for all time.
Their cities are torn down,
    and they will never
    be remembered again.

You rule forever, Lord,
and you are on your throne,
    ready for judgment.
You judge the world fairly
    and treat all nations
    with justice.
The poor can run to you
    because you are a fortress
    in times of trouble.
10 Everyone who honors your name
    can trust you,
    because you are faithful
    to all who depend on you.

11 You rule from Zion, Lord,
    and we sing about you
    to let the nations know
    everything you have done.
12 You did not forget
    to punish the guilty
    or listen to the cries
    of those in need.

13 Please have mercy, Lord!
    My enemies mistreat me.
Keep me from the gates
    that lead to death,
14     and I will sing about you
    at the gate to Zion.
I will be happy there
    because you rescued me.

15 Our Lord, the nations fell
    into their own pits,
    and their feet were caught
    in their own traps.
16 You showed what you are like,
and you made certain
    that justice is done,
    but evil people are trapped
    by their own evil deeds.
17 The wicked will go down
    to the world of the dead
    to be with those nations
    that forgot about you.

18 The poor and the homeless
won’t always be forgotten
    and without hope.

19 Do something, Lord!
    Don’t let the nations win.
    Make them stand trial
    in your court of law.
20 Make the nations afraid
and let them all discover
    just how weak they are.

A Prayer for Help

10 Why are you far away, Lord?
    Why do you hide yourself
    when I am in trouble?
Proud and brutal people
    hunt down the poor.
    But let them get caught
    by their own evil plans!

The wicked brag about
    their deepest desires.
    Those greedy people hate
    and curse you, Lord.
The wicked are too proud
to turn to you
    or even think about you.
They are always successful,
though they can’t understand
    your teachings,
    and they keep sneering
    at their enemies.

In their hearts they say,
    “Nothing can hurt us!
    We’ll always be happy
    and free from trouble.”
They curse and tell lies,
and all they talk about
    is how to be cruel
    or how to do wrong.

They hide outside villages,
    waiting to strike and murder
    some innocent victim.
They are hungry lions
    hiding in the bushes,
    hoping to catch
    some helpless passerby.
They trap the poor in nets
    and drag them away.
10 They crouch down and wait
    to grab a victim.
11     They say, “God can’t see!
    He’s got on a blindfold.”

12 Do something, Lord God,
    and use your powerful arm
    to help those in need.
13 The wicked don’t respect you.
    In their hearts they say,
    “God won’t punish us!”

14 But you see the trouble
and the distress,
    and you will do something.
The poor can count on you,
    and so can orphans.
15 Now break the arms
    of all merciless people.
    Punish them for doing wrong
    and make them stop.

16 Our Lord, you will always rule,
    but nations will vanish
    from the earth.
17 You listen to the longings
    of those who suffer.
You offer them hope,
    and you pay attention
    to their cries for help.
18 You defend orphans
    and everyone else in need,
    so that no one on earth
    can terrify others again.

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