MOF PSA Chapter 9

From the Choirmaster’s collection. For a soprano boys’ choir. A song of David.

9 With all my haert I thank thee, O Eternal,

I will tell over all they deeds of wonder, 2 I thrill and triumph in thee,

singing praise to thee, O thou Most High.

3 For my foes are routed,

stumbling to their ruin at thy frown;

4 thou hast upheld my cause, my rights

passing just sentence, seated on thy throne;

5 thou hast curbed pagans, crushing the ungodly,

blotting their very name out for all time.

6 The foe is at an end, no more to be remembered,

the towns thou hast torn up lie in lasting ruin;

7 but the Eternal sits enthroned for evermore,

enthroned for government,

8 he governs all the world with justice

and rules its folk with equity.

9 So the downtrodden are safe with the Eternal,

he is a refuge in desperate hours;

10 those who know what thou art can trust in thee,

for never wilt thou abandon those who seek thee.

11 Sing praise to the Eternal, whose seat is in Sion,

declare to the nations what he does,

12 how he bears you in mind, this Avenger of bloodshed,

how he never forgets the wail of the weak..

13 The Eternal has seen what I suffer, and pitied me,

lifting me from the very gates of death,

14 that in the gates of Sion I may chant his praise,

exulting in his aid.

15 The pagans have sunk in the pit they dug;

in the net they set their feet are snared.

16 The Eternal has shown what he is, by a sentence of doom,

as his hands have trapped the ungodly.

17 The ungodly must go back to death,

all pagans who are forgetful of God;

18 for one day the needy will be remembered,

the hopes of the downtrodden will not always be disappointed.

19 Take action, O Eternal! let not man have the upper hand;

let pagans get their doom from thee!

20 Strike them with terror, O Eternal,

let pagans know they are only men!