Psalms 7:4-14

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!
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