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Psalms 7

New Living Translation NLT

1 I come to you for protection, O LORD my God. Save me from my persecutors—rescue me!

2 If you don’t, they will maul me like a lion, tearing me to pieces with no one to rescue me.

3 O LORD my God, if I have done wrong or am guilty of injustice,

4 if I have betrayed a friend or plundered my enemy without cause,

5 then let my enemies capture me. Let them trample me into the ground and drag my honor in the dust. Interlude

6 Arise, O LORD, in anger! Stand up against the fury of my enemies! Wake up, my God, and bring justice!

7 Gather the nations before you. Rule over them from on high.

8 The LORD judges the nations. Declare me righteous, O LORD, for I am innocent, O Most High!

9 End the evil of those who are wicked, and defend the righteous. For you look deep within the mind and heart, O righteous God.

10 God is my shield, saving those whose hearts are true and right.

11 God is an honest judge. He is angry with the wicked every day.

12 If a person does not repent, God will sharpen his sword; he will bend and string his bow.

13 He will prepare his deadly weapons and shoot his flaming arrows.

14 The wicked conceive evil; they are pregnant with trouble and give birth to lies.

15 They dig a deep pit to trap others, then fall into it themselves.

16 The trouble they make for others backfires on them. The violence they plan falls on their own heads.

17 I will thank the LORD because he is just; I will sing praise to 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.