Psalm 7

Psalm 7

A shiggaion of David. He sang it to the Lord about Cush, who was from the tribe of Benjamin.

¹Lord my God, I go to you for safety.

Help me. Save me from all those who are chasing me.

²If you don’t, they will tear me apart as if they were lions.

They will rip me to pieces so that no one can save me.

³Lord my God, suppose I have done something wrong.

Suppose I am guilty.

⁴I have done evil to my friend.

Or I have robbed my enemy without any reason.

⁵If I have done any of those things, let my enemy chase me and catch me.

Let him walk all over me.

Let him bury me in the dust. Selah

⁶Lord, rise up in your anger.

Rise up against the great anger of my enemies.

My God, wake up. Command that the right thing be done.

⁷Let all the people of the earth gather around you.

Rule over them from your throne in heaven.

⁸Lord, judge all people.

Lord, judge me. But remember that I have done what is right.

Most High God, remember that I am honest.

⁹God, you always do what is right.

You look deep down inside the hearts and minds of people.

Bring to an end the terrible things sinful people do.

Make godly people safe.

¹⁰The Most High God is like a shield that keeps me safe.

He saves those whose hearts are honest.

¹¹God judges fairly.

He shows his anger every day.

¹²If evil people don’t change their ways,

God will sharpen his sword.

He will get his bow ready to use.

¹³He has prepared his deadly weapons.

He has made his flaming arrows ready.

¹⁴Anyone who is full of evil

plans trouble and ends up telling lies.

¹⁵Anyone who digs a hole and shovels it out

falls into the pit he has made.

¹⁶The trouble he causes comes back on him.

The terrible things he does come down on his own head.

¹⁷I will give thanks to the Lord because he does what is right.

I will sing praise to the Lord Most High.