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.
18 For not for ever is the needy forgotten, The hope of the humble lost to the age.
19 Rise, O Jehovah, let not man be strong, Let nations be judged before Thy face.
