Psalms 7
1O LORD, my God, in Thee I have put my trust: save me from all my persecutors and deliver me:
2perhaps he like a lion may tear my soul; if there be none to redeem—none to deliver.
3O Lord, my God, if I have done this—if there be iniquity in my hands:
4if I have requited them evil who did me wrong; let me fall by mine enemies as a worthless man:
5let mine enemy pursue my soul and take it—let him tread down my life to the earth and lay my honour in the dust.
6Arise, O Lord, in thine indignation: exalt Thyself in the borders of mine enemies. Awake, O Lord my God, in the judgment Thou hast enjoined.
7And when the congregation of the tribes encompass Thee; ascend Thou on high above them:
8The Lord is the judge of the tribes; judge me, O Lord, according to my righteousness: and according to mine innocence be for me.
9Let the wickedness of sinners be brought to an end. Thou wilt indeed direct the righteous: Thou art the God who searcheth hearts and inward parts.
10Rightful is my help from that God Who saveth the upright in heart.
11God, Who is a judge just and powerful; (though He is longsuffering and doth not execute vengeance every day)
12will, unless you turn back, sharpen his sword.
13He hath bent His bow and made it ready: and hath fitted to it the instruments of death—those flaming bolts of His which He hath forged.
14Behold this man hath travailed with injustice. He conceived mischief and brought forth iniquity:
15he hath digged a pit and covered it: into the pit which he made he will fall:
16his mischief will return on his own head—on his own head his injustice will come down.
17I shall praise the Lord for His loving kindness. I shall sing to the name of the Lord Most High.