Psalms 7

¹A Psalm of David, which he sang to the Lord because of the words of Cush, the son of Jemini

²O Lord, my God, in you I have hoped. Save me from all those who persecute me, and free me

³lest at any time, like a lion, he might seize my soul, while there is no one to redeem me, nor any who can save

⁴O Lord, my God, if there is iniquity in my hands, if I have done this

⁵if I have repaid those who rendered evils to me, may I deservedly fall away empty before my enemies

⁶let the enemy pursue my soul, and take hold of it, and trample my life into the earth, and drag down my glory into the dust

⁷Rise up, Lord, in your anger. And be exalted to the borders of my enemies. And rise up, O Lord my God, according to the precept that you commanded

⁸and a congregation of people will surround you. And, because of this, return on high

⁹The Lord judges the people. Judge me, O Lord, according to my justice and according to my innocence within me

¹⁰The wickedness of sinners will be consumed, and you will direct the just: the examiner of hearts and temperaments is God

¹¹Just is my help from the Lord, who saves the upright of heart

¹²God is a just judge, strong and patient. How could he be angry throughout every day

¹³Unless you will be converted, he will brandish his sword. He has extended his bow and made it ready

¹⁴And with it, he has prepared instruments of death. He has produced his arrows for those on fire

¹⁵Behold him who has given birth to injustice: he has conceived sorrow and has begotten iniquity

¹⁶He has opened a pit and enlarged it. And he has fallen into the hole that he made

¹⁷His sorrow will be turned upon his own head, and his iniquity will descend upon his highest point

¹⁸I will confess to the Lord according to his justice, and I will sing a psalm to the name of the Lord Most High