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;
2Lest he devour my soul like a lion, and tear it in pieces, * while there is none to help.
3O LORD my God, if I have done any such thing; * or if there be any wickedness in my hands;
4If I have rewarded evil unto him that dealt friendly with me; * (yea, I have delivered him that without any cause is mine enemy;)
5Then 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.
6Stand up, O LORD, in thy wrath, and lift up thyself, because of the indignation of mine enemies; * arise up for me in the judgment that thou hast commanded.
7And so shall the congregation of the peoples come about thee: * for their sakes therefore lift up thyself again.
8The LORD shall judge the peoples: give sentence with me, O LORD, * according to my righteousness, and according to the innocency that is in me.
9O let the wickedness of the ungodly come to an end; * but guide thou the just.
10For the righteous God * trieth the very hearts and reins.
11My help cometh of God, * who preserveth them that are true of heart.
12God is a righteous Judge, strong, and patient; * and God is provoked every day.
13If a man will not turn, he will whet his sword; * he hath bent his bow, and made it ready.
14He hath prepared for him the instruments of death; * he ordaineth his arrows against the persecutors.
15Behold, the ungodly travaileth with iniquity; * he hath conceived mischief, and brought forth falsehood.
16He hath graven and digged up a pit, * and is fallen himself into the destruction that he made for other.
17For his travail shall come upon his own head, * and his wickedness shall fall on his own pate.
18I will give thanks unto the LORD, according to his righteousness; * and I will praise the Name of the LORD Most High.