Psalm VII

O Lord my God, in thee I trust,
[Me] from [my] persecutors save;

Deliver me, lest they me tear
Like Lions, and [there's] none [to] save.

Lord if this ill deed I have done,
[And] guilty [be] of wickedness;

If I with hurt did him reward,
Who liv'd by me in [quiet] peace,
(Yea, Lord, thou knowest that I have
[Vs'd] kindly [and] deliver'd those
Who now are causelesly become
My [cruel] persecuting foes.)

Then let me foes me persecute,
And take my life; and [let them] thrust,
And tread me down on earth, and lay
My [name and] honour in the dust.

Rise, Lord, in wrath, lift up thy self,
Because of [all mine] enemies rage;
And for that right which thou command'st
Do thou thy [wakened] power engage.

So shall the peoples lovely crowd
[About] with praise encompass thee,
For their sakes therefore take thy seat
On high to [judge and] succour me.

The Lord shall all the people judge,
Do thou, O [Righteous] Lord, judge me;
According to my righteousness,
And [after] mine integrity.

O let the heinous wickedness
Of wicked [men] come to [an] end;
Thou, Lord, who try'st the hearts and reins,
The just do thou [stay and] defend.

Of God is my defence, who saves
Men upright in their [heart and] way;

As God doth judge the just, so he
[With sin] is angry every day.

If men turn not, he'll whet his sword;
The bow is [vent and] ready made,
The executing instruments
Of death he [also] hath prepar'd.

Against the Persecutors he
His [sharpned] Arrows doth ordain
For such as with iniquity
Do travel as [it were] in pain.

Mischief in secret they conceived,
And brought forth fals- [hood and] deceit;

They made a pit, and digg'd a ditch,
And are [themselves] fallen into it.

His mischief upon his own head
[In time] shall be returned home;
His violent dealing at the last,
[Down up-] on his own pate shall come.

I'le praise the Lord according to
His truth and [all his] righteous ways,
And to the name of God most high,
Sing joyful songs of [thanks and] praise.