O LORD, see how my enemies1 persecute me! Have mercy2 and lift me up from the gates of death,314
that I may declare your praises4 in the gates of the Daughter of Zion5 and there rejoice in your salvation.615
The nations have fallen into the pit they have dug;7 their feet are caught in the net they have hidden.816
The LORD is known by his justice; the wicked are ensnared by the work of their hands.9 "Higgaion."a "Selah"
The wicked return to the grave,b10 all the nations that forget God.1118
But the needy will not always be forgotten, nor the hope12 of the afflicted13 ever perish.
Arise,14 O LORD, let not man triumph;15 let the nations be judged16 in your presence.
Strike them with terror,17 O LORD; let the nations know they are but men.18 "Selah"