PSALM 7

A Psalm of David, which he sang to the Lord about the words of Cush
the Benjamite.
O Lord my God, in Thee have I put my hope: save me from all
them that persecute me, and deliver me.
Lest at any time he seize my soul like a lion, while there is
none to deliver or to save.
O Lord my God, if I have done this; if there be injustice in my
hands;
If I have rewarded evils unto them that rendered me evils,
then let me fall away empty from mine enemies.
Let the enemy pursue my soul, and take it; yea, let him tread
down my life upon the earth, and lay my glory in the dust.
Arise, O Lord, in Thine anger; lift up Thyself to the uttermost
borders of Thine enemies.
And awake, O Lord my God, according to the precept that
Thou hast commanded, and a congregation of the peoples shall
compass Thee about; for their sakes therefore return Thou on high.
The Lord shall judge the peoples. Judge me, O Lord,
according to my righteousness, and according to mine innocency
that is in me.
Oh let the wickedness of sinners come to an end; and Thou
shalt direct the righteous, O God, that searchest the hearts and
reins.
Righteous is my help from God, Which saveth the upright in
heart.
God is a righteous judge, strong and forbearing, and inflicteth
not anger every day.
8
If ye turn not, He will furbish His sword; He hath bent His
bow, and made it ready.
He hath also prepared on it the instruments of death; He hath
made ready His arrows for them that burn with rage.
Behold, he hath travailed with injustice; he hath conceived
toil, and brought forth wickedness.
He opened a pit, and digged it, and shall fall into the ditch
which he made.
His travail shall return upon his own head, and his injustice
shall come down upon his own pate.
I will give thanks unto the Lord according to His
righteousness, and will sing praise to the name of the Lord Most
High.