1 O Lord our governor, ♦︎
how glorious is your name in all the world!
2 Your majesty above the heavens is praised ♦︎
out of the mouths of babes at the breast.
3 You have founded a stronghold against your foes, ♦︎
that you might still the enemy and the avenger.
4 When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, ♦︎
the moon and the stars that you have ordained,
5 What is man, that you should be mindful of him; ♦︎
the son of man, that you should seek him out?
6 You have made him little lower than the angels ♦︎
and crown him with glory and honour.
7 You have given him dominion over the works of your hands ♦︎
and put all things under his feet,
8 All sheep and oxen, ♦︎
even the wild beasts of the field,
9 The birds of the air, the fish of the sea ♦︎
and whatsoever moves in the paths of the sea.
10 O Lord our governor, ♦︎
how glorious is your name in all the world!
1 I will give thanks to you, Lord, with my whole heart; ♦︎
I will tell of all your marvellous works.
2 I will be glad and rejoice in you; ♦︎
I will make music to your name, O Most High.
3 When my enemies are driven back, ♦︎
they stumble and perish at your presence.
4 For you have maintained my right and my cause; ♦︎
you sat on your throne giving righteous judgement.
5 You have rebuked the nations and destroyed the wicked; ♦︎
you have blotted out their name for ever and ever.
6 The enemy was utterly laid waste. ♦︎
You uprooted their cities;
their very memory has perished.
7 But the Lord shall endure for ever; ♦︎
he has made fast his throne for judgement.
8 For he shall rule the world with righteousness ♦︎
and govern the peoples with equity.
9 Then will the Lord be a refuge for the oppressed, ♦︎
a refuge in the time of trouble.
10 And those who know your name will put their trust in you, ♦︎
for you, Lord, have never failed those who seek you.
11 Sing praises to the Lord who dwells in Zion; ♦︎
declare among the peoples the things he has done.
12 The avenger of blood has remembered them; ♦︎
he did not forget the cry of the oppressed.
13 Have mercy upon me, O Lord; ♦︎
consider the trouble I suffer from those who hate me,
you that lift me up from the gates of death;
14 That I may tell all your praises in the gates of the city of Zion ♦︎
and rejoice in your salvation.
15 The nations shall sink into the pit of their making ♦︎
and in the snare which they set will their own foot be taken.
16 The Lord makes himself known by his acts of justice; ♦︎
the wicked are snared in the works of their own hands.
17 They shall return to the land of darkness, ♦︎
all the nations that forget God.
18 For the needy shall not always be forgotten ♦︎
and the hope of the poor shall not perish for ever.
19 Arise, O Lord, and let not mortals have the upper hand; ♦︎
let the nations be judged before your face.
20 Put them in fear, O Lord, ♦︎
that the nations may know themselves to be but mortal.