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Psalms 17

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1 Listen while I build my case, God, the most honest prayer you'll ever hear.
1 Hear me, LORD, my plea is just; listen to my cry. Hear my prayer— it does not rise from deceitful lips.
2 Show the world I'm innocent - in your heart you know I am.
2 Let my vindication come from you; may your eyes see what is right.
3 Go ahead, examine me from inside out, surprise me in the middle of the night - You'll find I'm just what I say I am. My words don't run loose.
3 Though you probe my heart, though you examine me at night and test me, you will find that I have planned no evil; my mouth has not transgressed.
4 I'm not trying to get my way in the world's way. I'm trying to get your way, your Word's way.
4 Though people tried to bribe me, I have kept myself from the ways of the violent through what your lips have commanded.
5 I'm staying on your trail; I'm putting one foot In front of the other. I'm not giving up.
5 My steps have held to your paths; my feet have not stumbled.
6 I call to you, God, because I'm sure of an answer. So - answer! bend your ear! listen sharp!
6 I call on you, my God, for you will answer me; turn your ear to me and hear my prayer.
7 Paint grace-graffiti on the fences; take in your frightened children who Are running from the neighborhood bullies straight to you.
7 Show me the wonders of your great love, you who save by your right hand those who take refuge in you from their foes.
8 Keep your eye on me; hide me under your cool wing feathers
8 Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings
9 From the wicked who are out to get me, from mortal enemies closing in.
9 from the wicked who are out to destroy me, from my mortal enemies who surround me.
10 Their hearts are hard as nails, their mouths blast hot air.
10 They close up their callous hearts, and their mouths speak with arrogance.
11 They are after me, nipping my heels, determined to bring me down,
11 They have tracked me down, they now surround me, with eyes alert, to throw me to the ground.
12 Lions ready to rip me apart, young lions poised to pounce.
12 They are like a lion hungry for prey, like a fierce lion crouching in cover.
13 Up, God: beard them! break them! By your sword, free me from their clutches;
13 Rise up, LORD, confront them, bring them down; with your sword rescue me from the wicked.
14 Barehanded, God, break these mortals, these flat-earth people who can't think beyond today. I'd like to see their bellies swollen with famine food, The weeds they've sown harvested and baked into famine bread, With second helpings for their children and crusts for their babies to chew on.
14 By your hand save me from such people, LORD, from those of this world whose reward is in this life. May what you have stored up for the wicked fill their bellies; may their children gorge themselves on it, and may there be leftovers for their little ones.
15 And me? I plan on looking you full in the face. When I get up, I'll see your full stature and live heaven on earth.
15 As for me, I will be vindicated and will see your face; when I awake, I will be satisfied with seeing your likeness.
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