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Psalm 7 A song of David, which he sang to Jehovah concerning the words of Cush the Benjamite.
(tune #1058 Rock of Ages 7.7.7.7.7.7)
1 O LORD my God, I trust Thee.
From my pursuers(1), save me.
2 And deliver me, lest they,
like a lion, my soul fray,
tearing it up in pieces,
while there's none who releases.
3 LORD my God, if this I've done,
If my hand's in rebellion;
4 If I've repaid him evil,
that with me was peaceable.
(Yea, I have delivered him
who's my foe for no reason.)
5 Then let the foe chase my soul,
and upon it lay ahold.
Let him to earth, my life crush,
and my glory in the dust.
Judge me now lest when You come,
I be shamed for what I've done.
<Selah>
6 In Thine anger, LORD, arise.
Lift up Thyself; Fill the skies.
Due to my enemies' rage,
awake Thou for me and save.
Your judgment You will command.
Before that seat all must stand.
7 For this cause the assembly
of the peoples surround Thee.
Answer this, Your people's cry:
For their sakes return on high.
8 Judgment shall the Lord dispense,
to the peoples recompense.
Judge me, Lord, according to
my righteousness, that I do,
and by my integrity
which is daily upon me.
9 Oh let all the wickedness
of the wicked be ended.
But establish the righteous.
Hearts and reins, the just God tries.
10 My shield is on God, Who saves
the upright in heart each day.
11 God's a righteous judge always,
a God indignant all the day.
12 Turn not, and His sword He'll whet,
ready His bow, and bend it.
13 He also for him prepared
instruments of death. Be scared!
He ordaineth His arrows
against the persecutors.
14 Behold, he travails with sin,
conceiving mischief therein.
For the truth, he does not care.
Falsehood is the fruit he bears.
15 He digged a pit, and searched it,
and is fallen in that ditch.
16 His mischief to him(2) comes back,
and violence his head attacks.
And I will sing praises to
the Lord's name most high and true.
And I will sing praises to
the Lord's name most high and true.
1. Lit. All my pursuers
2. Lit. Upon his own head
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