Psalm 10

Montgomery

Why is it, O Lord, that so far off you stand?
Why do you hide yourself when troubles arise?
The wicked, while boasting, the weak how they hound,
They’re caught in the schemes that the wicked devise.

He boasts of the cravings that lurk in his heart;
He blesses the greedy, the Lord he detests.
With pride filled, the wicked to seek him won't start;

Not one of all his thoughts in God he invests.

His ways are all prosperous; he looks haughtily.
Your laws are rejected; he sneers at each foe.
He says to himself, There’s nought that will shake me;
I’ll always be glad and no trouble I’ll know.

His mouth's full of curses, of lies and of threats;
Beneath his tongue, trouble and evil they lay.
Near villages, watching, he secretly waits
To ambush and slaughter his innocent prey.

A lion, he lies there, the weak are his haul;
He catches the weak, drags them off in his net.
His victims are crushed, by his strength they all fall.
He says to himself, God can’t see, he’ll forget.

Arise, Lord! Lift your hand. The helpless recall.
O God, why do sinners mock so readily?
Why say to himself, To account he won't call?
But, you God, their trouble and grief you do see.

You weigh it all up and you take it in hand.
The victims commit themselves only to you;
Those who have no fathers, you help them to stand.
The arm of the wicked man, break it, O do.

Call them to account for their great wickedness,
Yes, all of the things that they'd secretly planned.
The Lord's King forever and ever, no less;
The nations will all soon expire from his land.

You hear, Lord, the things the afflicted request;
You comfort them and when they cry, yes, you hear,
Defending the orphan and all the oppressed,
So that erthly mortals may frighten no more.

Psalm 9

Montgomery

Wholehearted thanksgiving, Lord, to you I’ll bring;
Of all your great wonders I’ll tell, this my cry.
I’ll be glad, rejoicing in you as I sing;
I’ll sing praise to your name, to you O Most High.

My enemies turn back, they stumble and flee.
They die, for my right and my cause you’ve upheld;
You've sat on your throne and you've judged righteously,
Rebuked all the nations, the wicked expelled.

You've blotted their name out now and evermore.
Endless is the ruin in which they collapsed,
Their cities uprooted by you; they’re no more;
And even their memory by now has elapsed.

The Lord reigns forever, his rule has no end,
For judgement his throne he's established, now see.
In righteousness, judgement on this world he'll send;
The peoples he'll govern in true equity.

The Lord is a refuge for all the oppressed,
A stronghold in times when great troubles do shake.
Those who your name know will all in you yet trust,
For those, Lord, who seek you, you'll never forsake.

Sing praise to the Lord who's enthroned on Mount Zi’n,
Proclaim among nations what he has done yet.
He does not ignore the afflicted who pine,
For he who avenges their blood won’t forget.

Lord, see my foes, see how they persecute me!
Have mercy and me from the gates of death raise,
That here in the gates of Zi'n's daughter I'll be
Glad in your salvation, declaring your praise.

The nations are sunk in the pit they've prepared;
Their feet have been caught in the net they have hidd’n.
By their own hands' work are the wicked ensnared;
The Lord he is known by the justice he’s giv’n.

The wicked go down to the realm of the dead,
All lands that forget to keep God in their eye.
But God will the needy not ever forget,
Nor will the oppressed see their hope ever die.

Arise, Lord, and act; let not mortals prevail;
To judgement before you the nations all call,

Strike them Lord with terror, in this do not fail,

Let nations that they are mere mortals recall.