11. Sing praises to the Lord, who dwells in Zion; Declare among the peoples His deeds.
12. For He who requires blood remembers them; He does not forget the cry of the afflicted.
13. Be gracious to me, O Lord; See my affliction from those who hate me, You who lift me up from the gates of death,
14. That I may tell of all Your praises, That in the gates of the daughter of Zion I may rejoice in Your salvation.
15. The nations have sunk down in the pit which they have made; In the net which they hid, their own foot has been caught.
16. The Lord has made Himself known; He has executed judgment. In the work of his own hands the wicked is snared. Higgaion Selah.
17. The wicked will return to Sheol, Even all the nations who forget God.