Psalm 7

1 A sorrowful song of David that he sang to Jehovah regarding the words of Cush the Benʹjaminite.
O Jehovah my God, in you I have taken refuge. Save me from all those persecuting me and rescue me.

2 Otherwise they will tear me to pieces as a lion does, Carrying me off with no one to rescue me.

3 O Jehovah my God, if I am at fault in this, If I have acted unjustly,

4 If I have wronged the one doing good to me, Or if I have plundered my enemy without cause,

5 Then let an enemy pursue and overtake me; Let him trample my life down to the earth And cause my glory to perish in the dust.

6 Rise up in your anger, O Jehovah; Stand up against the fury of my enemies; Awake for me, and demand that justice be done.

7 Let the nations surround you; And you will act against them from on high.

8 Jehovah will pass sentence on the peoples. Judge me, O Jehovah, according to my righteousness And according to my integrity.

9 Please put an end to the evil deeds of the wicked. But establish the righteous, Since you are the righteous God who examines the hearts and the deepest emotions.

10 God is my shield, the Savior of those upright in heart.

11 God is a righteous Judge, And God proclaims his judgments every day.

12 If anyone will not repent, He sharpens his sword; He bends his bow and makes it ready.

13 He prepares his deadly weapons; He makes ready his flaming arrows.

14 Look at the one who is pregnant with wickedness; He conceives trouble and gives birth to lies.

15 He excavates a pit and digs it deep, But he falls into the very hole he made.

16 The trouble he causes will return on his own head; His violence will fall on the crown of his head.

17 I will praise Jehovah for his justice; I will sing praises to the name of Jehovah the Most High.