Psalm VII.
1
Save me from them that me pursue;
O God, I trust in thee:
Lest they like Lyons tear my Soul,
And none to rescue me.
2
O Lord my God, if I have done
Unjustly and amiss;
Rewarded ill to Friend or Foe,
And lest them in distress:
3
Then let them hunt, and take my Soul,
And cast me to the ground:
Yea, let them tread into the dust
My life and honour down.
4
Rise, Lord, and quell mine Enemies,
Let not their rage proceed:
Awake, and execute that doom
That is for them decreed.
5
So shall thy people thee surround
With Songs of Victory,
Then, for their sakes, return, O Lord,
And shew thy self on high.
6
Thou righteous Judge of all the Earth,
O judge and deal with me,
According to mine innocence,
And mine integrity.
7
Thou know'st the heart of every one,
Their purpose and intent:
O let the wicked be consum'd,
And save the innocent.
8
God is my shield, who still defends
The upright in his way:
He tries the good, but angry is
With ill Men every day,
9
Unless they turn: he whets his Sword,
His Bow is ready bent;
And every Arrow is prepar'd
To be deaths instrument.
10
Behold a Man with malice fraught,
Big with Iniquity;
Who many mischiefs hath conceiv'd,
And brought forth treachery:
11
Yet when he has prepar'd a pit,
And cunning traps has laid:
He falls into the ditch himself,
Which he for others made.
12
Upon his head shall surely fall
His mischief and his spite:
His violent dealing shall return,
And on his pate shall light.
13
These righteous dealings of the Lord
Aloud declare his fame;
For which I will for ever sing,
And praise his holy name.
