Psalm 7

¹ O Lord my God, in thee

I do my trust repose:

save and deliver me from all

my persecuting foes.

² Lest like a lion he

my soul in pieces tear

rending asunder, while there is

not one deliverer.

³ Jehovah, O my God,

if this thing done have I:

if so there be within my hands

wrongful iniquity;

⁴ If I requited ill

the man with me at peace;

(yea I have him delivered

that was my foe causeless:)

⁵ Let foe pursue my soul,

and take, and tread to clay

my life, and honor in the dust

there let him wholly lay. Selah.

⁶ Arise, Lord, in thy wrath

for th’ enemies’ fierceness

be thou lift up and wake to me

judgment thou did’st express.

⁷ So thee encompass round

shall people’s assembly:

and for the same do thou return,

unto the place on high.

⁸ The Lord shall judge the folk:

Jehovah, judge thou me.

according to my righteousness,

and mine integrity.

⁹ Let ill men’s malice cease;

but do the just confirm:

for thou who art the righteous God

dost hearts and reins discern.

¹⁰ For God my shield, the right

in heart he saved hath.

¹¹ The God that doth the righteous judge,

yet daily kindl’th wrath.

¹² If he does not return,

his sword he sharp will whet;

his bow he bended hath, and he

the same hath ready set.

¹³ For him he hath prepar’d

the instruments of death;

for them that hotly persecute

his arrows he sharpen’th.

¹⁴ Behold, he travaileth

of vain iniquity

a toilsome mischief he conceiv’d,

but shall bring forth a lie.

¹⁵ A pit he digged hath,

and delved deep the same:

but fall’n he is into the ditch

that he himself did frame.

¹⁶ His mischievous’ labour

shall on his head turn down

and his injur’ous’ violence

shall fall upon his crown.

¹⁷ Jehovah I will praise

for his just equity:

and I will sing unto the name

of Jehovah most high.