11. Sing praises to Jehovah, who dwelleth in Zion: Declare among the people his doings.
12. For he that maketh inquisition for blood remembereth them; He forgetteth not the cry of the poor.
13. Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; Behold my affliction which I suffer of them that hate me, Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death;
14. That I may show forth all thy praise. In the gates of the daughter of Zion I will rejoice in thy salvation.
15. The nations are sunk down in the pit that they made: In the net which they hid is their own foot taken.
16. Jehovah hath made himself known, he hath executed judgment: The wicked is snared in the work of his own hands.
17. The wicked shall be turned back unto Sheol, Even all the nations that forget God.
18. For the needy shall not alway be forgotten, Nor the expectation of the poor perish for ever.
19. Arise, O Jehovah; let not man prevail: Let the nations be judged in thy sight.
20. Put them in fear, O Jehovah: Let the nations know themselves to be but men.