Psalm 7

O Thou that art my Confidence,
And strong Defence;
From those who my sad fall intend,
Great God, defend.
Lest Lion-like, if none controule,
They teare my persecuted Soule.

If I am guiltie; if there be
Deceit in me;
If ill I ever to my friend
Did but intend;
Or rather have not succour'd those,
Who were my undeserved foes:

Let them my stained Soule pursue,
With hate subdue;
Let their proud feet in Triumph tread
Upon my head:
My life out of her mansion thrust,
And lay my Honour in the dust.

Against my dreadfull Enemies,
Great God, arise.
Just Judge, thy sleeping Wrath awake,
And vengeance take:
Then all shall Thee adore alone.
O King of Kings ascend thy Throne!

Judge thou my foes; as I am free,
So judge thou me:
Declare thou my integritie;
For thou do'st trie
The heart and reines: the Just defend;
The malice of the Wicked end.

God is my shield; he helpe imparts
To sincere hearts;
The good protects; but menaceth
The bad with death;
Nor will, unlesse they change, relent:
He whets his sword, his bow is bent.

Dire instruments prepared hath
Of deadly wrath:
And will at those, who persecute,
swift arrowes shoot:
Who wicked thoughts conceiv'd; now great
With Mischiefe, travell; hatch Deceit.

Who digg'd a pit, first fell therein,
Caught by his sinne;
On his owne head his outrage shall
Like ruines fall.
But I, O thou eternall King,
Will of thy Truth and Justice sing.