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,