New International Reader's Version

Psalm 9

Psalm 9

For the director of music. A psalm of David to the tune of “The Death of the Son.”

Lord, I will give thanks to you with all my heart.
    I will tell about all the wonderful things you have done.
I will be glad and full of joy because of you.
    Most High God, I will sing the praises of your name.

My enemies turn back.
    They fall down and die right in front of you.
You have proved that I haven’t done anything wrong.
    You have sat on your throne and judged fairly.
You have punished the nations. You have destroyed evil people.
    You have erased their names from your book for ever and ever.
My enemies have been destroyed forever.
    You have leveled their cities to the ground.
    Even the memory of them is gone.

The Lord rules forever.
    He has set up his throne so that he can judge people.
He rules the world in keeping with what is right.
    He judges all its people fairly.
The Lord is a place of safety for those who have been treated badly.
    He keeps them safe in times of trouble.
10 Lord, those who know you will trust in you.
    You have never deserted those who look to you.

11 Sing the praises of the Lord. He rules from his throne in Zion.
    Tell among the nations what he has done.
12 The God who pays back murderers remembers.
    He doesn’t forget the cries of those who are hurting.

13 Lord, see how badly my enemies treat me!
    Help me! Don’t let me go down to the gates of death!
14 Then I can give praise to you
    at the gates of the city of Zion.
There I will be full of joy
    because you have saved me.
15 The nations have fallen into the pit they have dug.
    Their feet are caught in the net they have hidden.
16 The Lord is known to be fair by the things he does.
    Evil people are trapped by what they have done.
17 Sinful people go down to the place of the dead.
    So do all the nations that forget God.
18 But God will never forget needy people.
    The hope of those who are hurting will never die.

19 Lord, rise up. Don’t let people win the battle.
    Let the nations come to you and be judged.
20 Lord, strike them with terror.
Let the nations know they are only human beings.

The Message

Psalm 9

A David Psalm

11-2 I’m thanking you, God, from a full heart,
    I’m writing the book on your wonders.
I’m whistling, laughing, and jumping for joy;
    I’m singing your song, High God.

3-4 The day my enemies turned tail and ran,
    they stumbled on you and fell on their faces.
You took over and set everything right;
    when I needed you, you were there, taking charge.

5-6 You blow the whistle on godless nations;
    you throw dirty players out of the game,
    wipe their names right off the roster.
Enemies disappear from the sidelines,
    their reputation trashed,
    their names erased from the halls of fame.

7-8 God holds the high center,
    he sees and sets the world’s mess right.
He decides what is right for us earthlings,
    gives people their just deserts.

9-10 God’s a safe-house for the battered,
    a sanctuary during bad times.
The moment you arrive, you relax;
    you’re never sorry you knocked.

11-12 Sing your songs to Zion-dwelling God,
    tell his stories to everyone you meet:
How he tracks down killers
    yet keeps his eye on us,
    registers every whimper and moan.

13-14 Be kind to me, God;
    I’ve been kicked around long enough.
Once you’ve pulled me back
    from the gates of death,
I’ll write the book on Hallelujahs;
    on the corner of Main and First
    I’ll hold a street meeting;
I’ll be the song leader; we’ll fill the air
    with salvation songs.

15-16 They’re trapped, those godless countries,
    in the very snares they set,
Their feet all tangled
    in the net they spread.
They have no excuse;
    the way God works is well-known.
The cunning machinery made by the wicked
    has maimed their own hands.

17-20 The wicked bought a one-way
    ticket to hell.
No longer will the poor be nameless—
    no more humiliation for the humble.
Up, God! Aren’t you fed up with their empty strutting?
    Expose these grand pretensions!
Shake them up, God!
    Show them how silly they look.