< Psalms 7 >
1 Ode of David: which he sang unto Yahweh, on account of the words of Cush the Benjamite. O Yahweh my God, in thee, have I sought refuge, —Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me:
2 Lest one tear, as a lion, my soul, —and there be no deliverer to rescue.
3 O Yahweh my God, If I have done this, If there hath been perversity in my hands:
4 If I have requited my friend with wrong, —or have oppressed mine adversary without need,
5 Let an enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it, that he may tread down, to the earth, my life, —and, mine honour—in the dust, he may cause to dwell. (Selah)
6 Rise! Yahweh! in thine anger, Lift thyself up, because of the haughty outbursts of mine adversaries, Stir up for me the justice thou hast commanded:
7 When, the assembly of peoples, gather round thee, then, above it—on high, do thou return!
8 Yahweh, will judge the peoples, —Do me justice, O Yahweh, according to my righteousness, and according to mine integrity upon me,
9 Let the wrong of the lawless, I pray thee, come to an end, and establish thou him that is righteous, —for, a trier of hearts and reins, is God the righteous one.
10 My shield, is held by God, who is ready to save the upright in heart:
11 A God to vindicate the righteous, —And yet a God to be indignant throughout every day.
12 If he turn not, his sword, will he whet, —his bow, hath he bent, and made ready:
13 But, for himself, hath he made ready the weapons so deadly, His arrows, he, so fiery, would make:
14 Lo! he gendereth trouble, and conceiveth mischief, but giveth birth to a disappointment:
15 A pit, he cut out, and digged it, and then fell into the ditch he had made:
16 His mischief, turneth back, on his own head, —and, on his own crown, his violence, descendeth.
17 I will praise Yahweh according to his righteousness, —and will praise in song the Name of Yahweh Most High.
