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.