Psalms 7

¹The Psalm of David which he sung to our Lord, for the words of Chusi the son of Jemini.

²O Lord my God I have hoped in thee: save me from all that persecute me, and deliver me.

³Lest sometime he as a Lion violently take my soul, whilst there is none to redeem, nor to save.

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

⁵If I have rendered to them that repayed me evils, let me worthily fall empty from mine enemies.

⁶Let the enemy persecute my soul, and take it, and tread down my life in the earth, and bring down my glory into the dust.

⁷Arise Lord in thy wrath: and be exalted in the coasts of mine enemies.

⁸And arise, o Lord my God, in the precept which thou hast commanded: and a synagogue of peoples shall compass thee.

⁹And for it return on high: our Lord judgeth peoples. Judge me, o Lord, according to my justice, and according to my innocency upon me.

¹⁰The wickedness of sinners shall be consumed, and thou shalt direct the just, which searchest the heart and reins, o God.

¹¹My just help is from our Lord, who saveth those that be right of heart.

¹²God is a just judge, strong, & patient: is he angry every day?

¹³Unless you will be converted, he shall shake his sword, he hath bent his bow, and prepared it.

¹⁴And in it he hath prepared the vessels of death: he hath made his arrows for them that burn.

¹⁵Behold he hath bred with injustice: he hath conceived sorrow, and brought forth iniquity.

¹⁶He hath opened a pit, and digged it up: and he is fallen into the ditch, which he made.

¹⁷His sorrow shall be turned upon his head: and his iniquity shall descend upon his crown.

¹⁸I will confess to our Lord according to his justice: and will sing to the name of our Lord most high.