Knox Bible

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(To the choir-master. To the mood of the song, Mut Ladben. A psalm. Of David.)

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Lord, I give thee all the thanks of my heart, recounting thy wonderful do-ings;

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glad and triumphant in thee, I will sing psalms to thy name, O God most high.

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See how my enemies turn back, how they faint and melt away at the sight of thee!

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Thou hast given me redress and maintained my cause; thou art there on thy throne, seeing justice done.

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Thou hast checked the heathen in their course; thou hast brought the wicked to nothing, blotting out their name for all time.

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Spent is the enemy’s power, doomed to everlasting ruin; the memory of them has died with the fall of their cities.

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But the Lord abides for ever on the throne of judgement he has prepared,

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still judging the world rightly, still awarding each people its due;

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the Lord is a stronghold to the oppressed, a stronghold in time of peril.

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Those who acknowledge thy name, Lord, can trust in thee; never was man forsaken that had recourse to thee.

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Sing, then, to the Lord, who dwells in Sion, tell the Gentiles of his great deeds;

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how he, the avenger of blood, cares for the afflicted, does not forget them when they cry to him.

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Have pity on me, Lord, look upon all that I suffer at my enemies’ hands;

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thou who didst ever rescue me from the gate of death, to proclaim thy praises at the gate of thy loved Sion,

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to exult in thy saving power. The heathen have been caught in their own deadly devices; their feet have been trapped in the very toils they had laid;

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now it will be seen how the Lord defends the right, how the wicked contrive their own undoing.

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To the place of death the wicked must return, heathens that have no thought of God.

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He does not forget the helpless; their time will come; the patience of the afflicted will not go for nothing.

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Bestir thyself, Lord, let not human strength prevail; let the heathen stand upon their trial before thee;

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let the heathen, too, feel thy terrors, and learn they are but men.

(HERE, IN THE HEBREW TEXT, PSALM 10 BEGINS.)

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Lord,✻ why dost thou stand far off? In days of affliction, why dost thou make no sign?

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The hearts of the oppressed burn within them, so triumphant is the schemer that has entrapped them;

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so proud of his wicked end achieved, still robbing men, blaspheming and despising the Lord.

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God there is none to punish me, the sinner thinks in his pride, and makes that thought his rule;

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still, as he goes on prospering, he banishes thy laws from his mind, and makes light of his enemies.

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Endless time, he thinks, cannot shake his untroubled existence.

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His mouth overflows with curses, and calumny, and deceit; his tongue is a storehouse of dissension and mischief.

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Ambushed he lies at the village gate, to kill unawares the man who never wronged him;

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his eyes are continually on his prey; like a lion in its lair, he watches from his hiding-place, to surprise his defenceless foe, safe in the net.

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So he catches him in the toils; stands there bowing and scraping,✻ till the prey falls by his onset.

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Why not? he thinks to himself, God has forgotten about it; God still turns his face away, and sees nothing.

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O Lord God, bestir thyself, lift up thy hand; do not forget the helpless.

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Why is the sinner allowed to defy God, to think he will never exact punishment?

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But in truth thou seest it; thou hast eyes for misery and distress, and wilt take them into thy keeping. The destitute are cast on no care but thine; to thee only the orphan looks for redress.

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Break down the power of the wicked oppressor, punish his ill-doing, and let him be seen no more.

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The Lord will reign for ever and ever, while you, the heathen, will vanish from the land he loves.

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The sighing of the defenceless has found audience; thou wilt heed them and bring courage to their hearts,

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wilt give redress to the fatherless and the persecuted; mortal man shall make himself feared no longer.