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. Higgaion. Selah
17 The wicked shall be turned back unto Sheol, Even all the nations that forget God.
