Psalm 7

A shiggayon of David, which he sang to the LORD about Cush, a Benjaminite.

1 I take refuge in you, LORD, my God. Save me from all who chase me! Rescue me!
2 Otherwise, they will rip me apart, dragging me off with no chance of rescue.
3 LORD, my God, if I have done this— if my hands have done anything wrong,
4 if I have repaid a friend with evil or oppressed a foe for no reason—
5 then let my enemy not only chase but catch me, trampling my life into the ground, laying my reputation in the dirt. Selah
6 Get up, LORD; get angry! Stand up against the fury of my foes! Wake up, my God; you command that justice be done!
7 Let the assembled peoples surround you. Rule them from on high!
8 The LORD will judge the peoples. Establish justice for me, LORD, according to my righteousness and according to my integrity.
9 Please let the evil of the wicked be over, but set the righteous firmly in place because you, the righteous God, are the one who examines hearts and minds.
10 God is my shield; he saves those whose heart is right.
11 God is a righteous judge, a God who is angry at evil every single day.
12 If someone doesn't change their ways, God will sharpen his sword, will bend his bow, will string an arrow.
13 God has deadly weapons in store for those who won't change; he gets his flaming arrows ready!
14 But look how the wicked hatch evil, conceive trouble, give birth to lies!
15 They make a pit, dig it all out, and then fall right into the hole that they've made!
16 The trouble they cause will come back on their own heads; the violence they commit will come down on their own skulls.
17 But I will thank the LORD for his righteousness; I will sing praises to the name of the LORD Most High.