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| Psalms 9
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- 9:9
- The Lord
is a stronghold for the oppressed, a
stronghold in times of trouble.
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- 9:10
- And those
who know your name put their trust in
you, for you, O Lord, have not forsaken
those who seek you.
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- 9:11
- Sing
praises to the Lord, who dwells in Zion.
Declare his deeds among the peoples.
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- 9:12
- For he
who avenges blood is mindful of them; he
does not forget the cry of the afflicted.
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- 9:13
- Be
gracious to me, O Lord. See what I suffer
from those who hate me; you are the one
who lifts me up from the gates of death,
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- 9:14
- so that I
may recount all your praises, and, in the
gates of daughter Zion, rejoice in your
deliverance.
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- 9:15
- The
nations have sunk in the pit that they
made; in the net that they hid has their
own foot been caught.
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- 9:16
- The Lord
has made himself known, he has executed
judgment; the wicked are snared in the
work of their own hands.+p[Higgaion.
Selah]
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- 9:17
- The
wicked shall depart to Sheol, all the
nations that forget God.
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- 9:18
- For the
needy shall not always be forgotten, nor
the hope of the poor perish forever.
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- 9:19
- Rise up,
O Lord! Do not let mortals prevail; let
the nations be judged before you.
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- 9:20
- Put them
in fear, O Lord; let the nations know
that they are only human. (Selah)
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| The Message
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| Psalms 9
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- 9:9
- God's a
safe-house for the battered, a sanctuary
during bad times.
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- 9:10
- The
moment you arrive, you relax; you're
never sorry you knocked.
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- 9:11
- Sing your
songs to Zion-dwelling God, tell his
stories to everyone you meet:
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- 9:12
- How he
tracks down killers yet keeps his eye on
us, registers every whimper and moan.
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- 9:13
- Be kind
to me, God; I've been kicked around long
enough. Once you've pulled me back from
the gates of death,
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- 9:14
- 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.
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- 9:15
- They're
trapped, those godless countries, in the
very snares they set, Their feet all
tangled in the net they spread.
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- 9:16
- They have
no excuse; the way God works is
well-known. The cunning machinery made by
the wicked has maimed their own hands.
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- 9:17
- The
wicked bought a one-way ticket to hell.
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- 9:18
- No longer
will the poor be nameless - no more
humiliation for the humble.
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- 9:19
- Up, God!
Aren't you fed up with their empty
strutting? Expose these grand
pretensions!
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- 9:20
- Shake
them up, God! Show them how silly they
look.
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