Psalm 9:12–14

11 Sing the praises of the Lord, enthroned in Zion;

proclaim among the nations what he has done.

12 For he who avenges blood remembers;

he does not ignore the cries of the afflicted.

13 Lord, see how my enemies persecute me!

Have mercy and lift me up from the gates of death,

11 Sing praises to the Lord, who sits enthroned in Zion!

Tell among the peoples his deeds!

12 For he who avenges blood is mindful of 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,

O you who lift me up from the gates of death,

11 Sing praises to the Lord, which dwelleth in Zion:

Declare among the people his doings.

12 When he maketh inquisition for blood, he remembereth them:

He forgetteth not the cry of the humble.

13 Have mercy upon me, O Lord;

Consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me,

Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death:

11 Sing praises to the Lord who reigns in Jerusalem.

Tell the world about his unforgettable deeds.

12 For he who avenges murder cares for the helpless.

He does not ignore the cries of those who suffer.

13 Lord, have mercy on me.

See how my enemies torment me.

Snatch me back from the jaws of death.

11 Sing praises to the Lord, who dwells in Zion!

Declare His deeds among the people.

12 When He avenges blood, He remembers them;

He does not forget the cry of the humble.

13 Have mercy on me, O Lord!

Consider my trouble from those who hate me,

You who lift me up from the gates of death,

11 Sing praises to the Lord who is king on Mount Zion.

Tell the nations what he has done.

12 He remembers who the murderers are;

he will not forget the cries of those who suffer.

13 Lord, have mercy on me.

See how my enemies hurt me.

Do not let me go through the gates of death.

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;

11 Sing psalms to Jehovah who dwelleth in Zion; tell among the peoples his doings. 12 For when he maketh inquisition for blood, he remembereth them; the cry of the afflicted ones hath he not forgotten. 13 Be gracious unto me, O Jehovah; consider mine affliction from them that hate me, lifting me up from the gates of death:

11 Make music to praise the Lord, who is enthroned in Zion. 

Announce to the nations what he has done. 

12 The one who avenges murder has remembered oppressed people. 

He has never forgotten their cries. 

13 Have pity on me, O Lord. 

Look at what I suffer because of those who hate me. 

You take me away from the gates of death 

11 Sing to the Lord, who dwells in Zion;

proclaim His deeds among the nations.

12 For the One who seeks an accounting

for bloodshed remembers them;

He does not forget the cry of the afflicted.

13 Be gracious to me, Lord;

consider my affliction at the hands of those who hate me.

Lift me up from the gates of death,

11 Sing praises to the Lord, who dwells in Zion.

Declare his deeds among the peoples.

12 For he who avenges blood is mindful of them;

he does not forget the cry of the afflicted.

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,

11 Sing praises to Yahweh who sits enthroned in Zion.

Tell his deeds among the peoples,

12 for he who avenges bloodshed remembers them.

He does not forget the distressed cry of the afflicted.

13 Be gracious to me, O Yahweh.

See my suffering from those who hate me,

you who lift me up from the gates of death,

11 Sing praises to the Lord. He rules from his throne in Zion.

Tell among the nations what he has done.

12 The One who pays back murderers remembers.

He doesn’t forget the cries of those who are hurting.

13 Lord, see how badly my enemies treat me!

Show me your favor. Don’t let me go down to the gates of death.

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,