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Psalms 7

New International Version NIV

1 LORD my God, I take refuge in you; save and deliver me from all who pursue me,

2 or they will tear me apart like a lion and rip me to pieces with no one to rescue me.

3 LORD my God, if I have done this and there is guilt on my hands—

4 if I have repaid my ally with evil or without cause have robbed my foe—

5 then let my enemy pursue and overtake me; let him trample my life to the ground and make me sleep in the dust.

6 Arise, LORD, in your anger; rise up against the rage of my enemies. Awake, my God; decree justice.

7 Let the assembled peoples gather around you, while you sit enthroned over them on high.

8 Let the LORD judge the peoples. Vindicate me, LORD, according to my righteousness, according to my integrity, O Most High.

9 Bring to an end the violence of the wicked and make the righteous secure— you, the righteous God who probes minds and hearts.

10 My shield is God Most High, who saves the upright in heart.

11 God is a righteous judge, a God who displays his wrath every day.

12 If he does not relent, he will sharpen his sword; he will bend and string his bow.

13 He has prepared his deadly weapons; he makes ready his flaming arrows.

14 Whoever is pregnant with evil conceives trouble and gives birth to disillusionment.

15 Whoever digs a hole and scoops it out falls into the pit they have made.

16 The trouble they cause recoils on them; their violence comes down on their own heads.

17 I will give thanks to the LORD because of his righteousness; I will sing the praises of the name of the LORD Most High.

The Message Bible MSG

1 God! God! I am running to you for dear life; the chase is wild.

2 If they catch me, I'm finished: ripped to shreds by foes fierce as lions, dragged into the forest and left unlooked for, unremembered.

3 God, if I've done what they say -

4 betrayed my friends, ripped off my enemies - If my hands are really that dirty,

5 let them get me, walk all over me, leave me flat on my face in the dirt.

6 Stand up, God; pit your holy fury against my furious enemies.

7 My accusers have packed the courtroom; it's judgment time.

8 Take your place on the bench, reach for your gavel, throw out the false charges against me. I'm ready, confident in your verdict: "Innocent."

9 Close the book on Evil, God, but publish your mandate for us. You get us ready for life: you probe for our soft spots, you knock off our rough edges.

10 And I'm feeling so fit, so safe: made right, kept right.

11 God in solemn honor does things right, but his nerves are sandpapered raw. Nobody gets by with anything.

12 God is already in action - Sword honed on his whetstone, bow strung, arrow on the string,

13 Lethal weapons in hand, each arrow a flaming missile.

14 Look at that guy! He had sex with sin, he's pregnant with evil. Oh, look! He's having the baby - a Lie-Baby!

15 See that man shoveling day after day, digging, then concealing, his man-trap down that lonely stretch of road? Go back and look again - you'll see him in it headfirst, legs waving in the breeze.

16 That's what happens: mischief backfires; violence boomerangs.

17 I'm thanking God, who makes things right. I'm singing the fame of heaven-high God.