11 Sing ye praise to Jehovah, inhabiting Zion, Declare ye among the peoples His acts,
12 For He who is seeking for blood Them hath remembered, He hath not forgotten the cry of the afflicted.
13 Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,
14 So that I recount all Thy praise, In the gates of the daughter of Zion. I rejoice on Thy salvation.
15 Sunk have nations in a pit they made, In a net that they hid hath their foot been captured.
16 Jehovah hath been known, Judgment He hath done, By a work of his hands Hath the wicked been snared. Meditation. Selah.
17 The wicked do turn back to Sheol, All nations forgetting God.
