Psalms 7
7
PSALM 7
Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
Shiggaion of David, which he sang unto the Lord,
concerning the words of Cush the Benjamite.
1O Lord my God, in thee do I
my confidence repose:
Save and deliver me from all
my persecuting foes;
2Lest that the enemy my soul
should, like a lion, tear,
In pieces rending it, while there
is no deliverer.
3O Lord my God, if it be so
that I committed this;
If it be so that in my hands
iniquity there is:
4If I rewarded ill to him
that was at peace with me;
(Yea, ev'n the man that without cause
my foe was I did free;)
5Then let the foe pursue and take
my soul, and my life thrust
Down to the earth,
and let him lay mine honour in the dust.
6Rise in thy wrath, Lord, raise thyself,
for my foes raging be;
And, to the judgment which thou hast
commanded, wake for me.
7So shall th' assembly of thy folk
about encompass thee:
Thou, therefore, for their sakes, return
unto thy place on high.
8The Lord he shall the people judge:
my judge, JEHOVAH, be,
After my righteousness, and mine
integrity in me.
9O let the wicked's malice end;
but stablish stedfastly
The righteous: for the righteous God
the hearts and reins doth try.
10In God, who saves th' upright in heart,
is my defence and stay.
11God just men judgeth, God is wroth
with ill men ev'ry day.
12If he do not return again,
then he his sword will whet;
His bow he hath already bent,
and hath it ready set:
13He also hath for him prepar'd
the instruments of death;
Against the persecutors he
his shafts ordained hath.
14Behold, he with iniquity
doth travail, as in birth;
A mischief he conceived hath,
and falsehood shall bring forth.
15He made a pit and digg'd it deep,
another there to take;
But he is fall'n into the ditch
which he himself did make.
16Upon his own head his mischief
shall be returned home;
His vi'lent dealing also down
on his own pate shall come.
17According to his righteousness
the Lord I'll magnify;
And will sing praise unto the name
of God that is most high.
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Psalms 7
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1-2 God! God! I am running to you for dear life;
the chase is wild.
If they catch me, I’m finished:
ripped to shreds by foes fierce as lions,
dragged into the forest and left
unlooked for, unremembered.
3-5 God, if I’ve done what they say—
betrayed my friends,
ripped off my enemies—
If my hands are really that dirty,
let them get me, walk all over me,
leave me flat on my face in the dirt.
6-8Stand up, God; pit your holy fury
against my furious enemies.
Wake up, God. My accusers have packed
the courtroom; it’s judgment time.
Take your place on the bench, reach for your gavel,
throw out the false charges against me.
I’m ready, confident in your verdict:
“Innocent.”
9-11a Close the book on Evil, God,
but publish your mandate for us.
You get us ready for life:
you probe for our soft spots,
you knock off our rough edges.
And I’m feeling so fit, so safe:
made right, kept right.
God in solemn honor does things right,
but his nerves are sandpapered raw.
11b-13 Nobody gets by with anything.
God is already in action—
Sword honed on his whetstone,
bow strung, arrow on the string,
Lethal weapons in hand,
each arrow a flaming missile.
14Look at that guy!
He had sex with sin,
he’s pregnant with evil.
Oh, look! He’s having
the baby—a Lie-Baby!
15-16See that man shoveling day after day,
digging, then concealing, his man-trap
down that lonely stretch of road?
Go back and look again—you’ll see him in it headfirst,
legs waving in the breeze.
That’s what happens:
mischief backfires;
violence boomerangs.
17I’m thanking God, who makes things right.
I’m singing the fame of heaven-high God.
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