I will praise thee, O Lord, with my whole heart, I will show forth all thy marvellous works. I will be glad and rejoice in thee, I will sing praise to thy name, O thou Most High! My enemies were turned back, They sunk and perished at thy presence. For thou maintainest my right and my cause, Thou sittest on thy throne judging rightly. Thou hast rebuked, thou hast destroyed the wicked, Thou hast blotted out their name far evermore. The swords of the enemy are come to an end, Their cities are destroyed, their remembrance is perished with them. Jehovah shall endure for ever, He hath prepared his throne for judgment; He judges the world in righteousness, He administers judgment in uprightness to the nations. Jehovah is the refuge of the oppressed, A refuge in time of trouble. They that know thy name put their trust in thee: For thou, Lord, forsakest not those that seek thee. Sing praises to the Lord who dwelleth in Zion! Declare among the people his doings. As the avenger of blood he remembereth them, He forgetteth not the cry of the humble. Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah! Consider my trouble among my enemies; Lift me up from the gates of death That I may show forth thy praise, That in the gates of the daughter of Zion I may rejoice in thy salvation. The heathen are sunk into the pit which they made, In the net which they hid is their own foot taken. Thus it is known that Jehovah executeth judgment. The wicked are snared in the work of their own hands, The wicked are cast into hell, And all the nations that forget God. The needy shall not always be forgotten, The hope of the poor shall not perish for ever. Arise, O Lord, let not man prevail, Let the heathen be judged by thee. Set a ruler over them, O Lord, Let the nations know that they are but men!—Ps. ix. Priests, warriors, and citizens listened to the psalm in silent veneration. The aged man who wore the insignia of the high-priest’s office looked at times with moistened eyes upon the car in which his sons were seated, as if the remembrance of his own youthful heroism revived in his mind, and as if he would have said, “My Aristobulus, my Antigonus, sons of Mattathias, noble Maccabees, perform deeds in Israel, like those of the brethren Judas and Jonathan!”