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Psalms 17

New Living Translation NLT

1 O LORD, hear my plea for justice. Listen to my cry for help. Pay attention to my prayer, for it comes from honest lips.

2 Declare me innocent, for you see those who do right.

3 You have tested my thoughts and examined my heart in the night. You have scrutinized me and found nothing wrong. I am determined not to sin in what I say.

4 I have followed your commands, which keep me from following cruel and evil people.

5 My steps have stayed on your path; I have not wavered from following you.

6 I am praying to you because I know you will answer, O God. Bend down and listen as I pray.

7 Show me your unfailing love in wonderful ways. By your mighty power you rescue those who seek refuge from their enemies.

8 Guard me as you would guard your own eyes. Hide me in the shadow of your wings.

9 Protect me from wicked people who attack me, from murderous enemies who surround me.

10 They are without pity. Listen to their boasting!

11 They track me down and surround me, watching for the chance to throw me to the ground.

12 They are like hungry lions, eager to tear me apart— like young lions hiding in ambush.

13 Arise, O LORD ! Stand against them, and bring them to their knees! Rescue me from the wicked with your sword!

14 By the power of your hand, O LORD, destroy those who look to this world for their reward. But satisfy the hunger of your treasured ones. May their children have plenty, leaving an inheritance for their descendants.

15 Because I am righteous, I will see you. When I awake, I will see you face to face and be satisfied.

The Message Bible MSG

1 Listen while I build my case, God, the most honest prayer you'll ever hear.

2 Show the world I'm innocent - in your heart you know I am.

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.

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.

5 I'm staying on your trail; I'm putting one foot In front of the other. I'm not giving up.

6 I call to you, God, because I'm sure of an answer. So - answer! bend your ear! listen sharp!

7 Paint grace-graffiti on the fences; take in your frightened children who Are running from the neighborhood bullies straight to you.

8 Keep your eye on me; hide me under your cool wing feathers

9 From the wicked who are out to get me, from mortal enemies closing in.

10 Their hearts are hard as nails, their mouths blast hot air.

11 They are after me, nipping my heels, determined to bring me down,

12 Lions ready to rip me apart, young lions poised to pounce.

13 Up, God: beard them! break them! By your sword, free me from their clutches;

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.

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.