Psalm 7

Domine, Deus meus
O Lord my God, in thee have I put my trust *
save me from all them that persecute me, and deliver me;
Lest he devour my soul, like a lion, and tear it in pieces *
while there is none to help.
O Lord my God, if I have done any such thing *
or if there be any wickedness in my hands;
If I have rewarded evil unto him that dealt friendly with me *
yea, I have delivered him that without any cause is mine enemy,
Then let mine enemy persecute my soul, and take me *
yea, let him tread my life down upon the earth, and lay mine honour in the dust.
Stand up, O Lord, in thy wrath, and lift up thyself, because of the indignation of mine enemies *
arise up for me in the judgement that thou hast commanded.
And so shall the congregation of the people come about thee *
for their sakes therefore lift up thyself again.
The Lord shall judge the people; give sentence with me, O Lord *
according to my righteousness, and according to the innocency that is in me.
O let the wickedness of the ungodly come to an end *
but guide thou the just.
For the righteous God *
trieth the very hearts and reins.
My help cometh of God *
who preserveth them that are true of heart.
God is a righteous Judge, strong and patient *
and God is provoked every day.
If a man will not turn, he will whet his sword *
he hath bent his bow, and made it ready.
He hath prepared for him the instruments of death *
he ordaineth his arrows against the persecutors
Behold, he travaileth with mischief *
he hath conceived sorrow, and brought forth ungodliness.
He hath graven and digged up a pit *
and is fallen on himself into the destruction that he made for other.
For his travail shall come upon his own head *
and his wickedness shall fall on his own pate.
I will give thanks unto the Lord, according to his righteousness *
and I will praise the Name of the Lord most High.