PSALM 7
1A David shiggayon, which he sang to the LORD regarding Cush the Benjamanite.
2LORD, my God, in You I sheltered.
Rescue me from all my pursuers and save me.
3Lest like a lion they tear up my life—
rend me, with no one to save me.
4LORD, my God, if I have done this,
if there be wrongdoing in my hands.
5If I paid back my ally with evil,
if I oppressed my foes without reason—
6may the enemy pursue and overtake me
and trample to earth my life
and make my glory dwell in the dust.
selah
7Rise up, O LORD, in Your anger,
Loom high against the wrath of my enemies.
Rouse for me the justice You ordained.
8A band of nations surrounds You,
and above it to the heights return.
9The LORD will judge peoples.
Grant me justice, LORD, as befits my righteousness
and as befits my innocence that is in me.
10May evil put an end to the wicked;
and make the righteous stay unshaken.
He searches hearts and conscience,
God is righteous.
11My shield—upon God,
rescuing the upright.
12God exacts justice for the righteous
and El utters doom each day.
13If a man repent not, He sharpens His sword,
He pulls back his bow and aims it.
14And for him, He readies the tools of death,
lets fly His arrows at the fleers.
15Look, one spawns wrongdoing,
16A pit he delved, and dug it,
and he fell in the trap he made.
17His mischief comes down on his head,
on his pate his outrage descends.
18I acclaim the LORD for His righteousness,