Psalm 9

With all my heart I sing my praises to you,
Jehovah, recounting your wondrous deeds.
I rejoice and exult because of you
And exalt the name of the God Most High.

My enemies turn and flee in retreat;
They stumble and drop dead in front of you.
From your throne, judging wisely and justly,
You hear my case and rule in my favor.

You have had strong words for foreign countries,
And those who are wicked, you have destroyed,
Erasing their names for now and for all time.
Your enemies find their final destruction
In the ruins of their overthrown cities.
Even the memory of them will be lost!

For Jehovah will reign forever,
Installed upon his throne of justice,
Ruling the world with righteousness
And judging all people equally --
A sanctuary for those oppressed,
A refuge in adversity.

Those who know your name, Jehovah, put their trust in you,
For you do not abandon those who follow you.

Sing the praises of the God who reigns from Mount Zion!
Tell the peoples of the world his glorious deeds!
Those murdered he remembers, avenging their blood,
Nor does he ignore the cries of the afflicted.

See how my enemies torment me.
Have mercy on me, O Jehovah!
Rescue me from the gates of death
So, at the gate of Jerusalem,
I may proclaim my praise of you
And rejoice how you have saved me.

The nations fall into the pit they themselves have dug,
Entangled are their feet in the snare they have hidden.
Jehovah is renown for his pursuit of justice:
He entraps the wicked with their own handiwork.
Wicked people will return to the grave of death.
Such is the fate of the nations that forget God.

The needy will not always be forgotten,
Nor the hopes of the humble crushed forever.

Rise up, O Jehovah, and take action!
Let not humans defy you and prevail.
Punish the nations yourself; strike them with fear,
So they may know that they are mere mortals.
 

Psalm 8

Jehovah, my god, the majesty of your name
Has spread abroad across the face of all the earth,
And your glory reaches far above the heavens.
Through the praise of suckling babes and toddling infants
Comes your strength, the power over your enemies,
To silence your foes and to thwart the false avengers.

I gaze up to the heavens to view your handiwork,
The moon and the stars set surely in their places,
And I wonder why you give thought to us mortals,
Why you concern yourself with the affairs of men.
You created man to be slightly less than divine, 
Endowing him with dignity, grandeur, and glory.
You made him to be master of your creations,
To be a steward of all that lives upon the earth,
The sheep and cattle, the beasts of field and forest,
The birds in the heavens and the fish in the sea,
All that ply the currents of the vast ocean depths.

Jehovah, my god, how majestic is your name
Known throughout the entire world!